Shiyu stopped when he heard the voice; he was still wearing his glasses and turned around at the door to look at the butler, unable to remember him. "You are..."
The butler's hair was speckled with white, his skin loose and wrinkled, and his pair of eyes cloudy and unfocused, revealing no particular sense of vitality.
"Our young master used to be your student," Shiyu didn't remember his own butler, which wasn't a surprise to the butler, his attitude respectful, "I have met you before."
Shiyu had encountered numerous students and parents, so naturally, he didn't remember people he had met over a decade ago who were not significant.
Upon hearing this, he merely nodded slightly toward the butler, then immediately took a call and left.
The butler stood at the elevator for a long time before finally lowering his gaze and entering.
"Do you know him?" In the elevator, Xiaojie curiously looked at the butler.
