Viola Thompson nodded faintly.
Nanny White looked at Viola, "Miss, breakfast is ready, would you like a Western-style or Chinese-style breakfast?"
"Chinese-style is fine." Viola answered.
"Alright, just a moment."
Seeing Viola, Mary Perryne smiled and said, "Viola, come quickly, Sylvia's massage technique is really good. Let her try it on you too."
As a mother, when encountering anything happy, the first thing she would think of is sharing it with her children.
Hearing this, Sylvia Thompson's heart went cold.
Give Viola a massage?
Why should she?
Is she Viola's servant?
But now, Sylvia couldn't express her inner thoughts and smiled at Viola, "Sister, sit down here, and I will give you a massage."
With someone offering a free massage, Viola wouldn't refuse.
She sat down directly.
"Thank you."
Looking at Viola sitting in the chair, Sylvia was about to explode.
She had thought that Viola would decline.
But she didn't expect Viola to actually sit down.
