The window was open, and outside, nothing could be heard but the surging roar of the waves. Leng Youchen's brows were tightly knitted, displeasure written all over his face. This woman, lacking in perseverance, had given up after just a few calls. Did she truly not understand what it meant to be indefatigable?
His complexion was gloomily dark as he pushed away the White Jade Bone Porcelain Bowl, exhaustedly closing his eyes. His lashes drooped, a dark bruise visible below the sockets, evidence that he had clearly not slept well last night.
Seeing this, the Butler spoke in a low voice, "Third Young Master, won't you eat a little more?"
"I'm fed up with anger," the man muttered, lifting his thin lips.
"..." The Butler dared not say more, silently cleaning up the dishes and cutlery. He looked up at him, the man's beauty without parallel, his handsome face now showing an unhealthy pallor.
