The butler had never seen the Third Young Master like this before; he always acted swiftly, decisively, and accurately. Once he made up his mind to do something, he would charge forward without looking back. However, when it came to matters involving the Third Young Lady, he was always hesitant and indecisive.
"Third Young Master..."
"Ande, let me be alone for a while," Leng Youchen interrupted him, gesturing for him to leave. The butler had no choice but to turn around and leave.
Only Leng Youchen remained in the office. He put the kraft paper bag back on the desk, lit a cigarette, and drew on it absentmindedly. He slowly exhaled the smoke. The mist rose up as the man's narrow, phoenix eyes slightly squinted. His facial features were sharply defined as he stared profoundly at the kraft paper bag.
After a long while, he finally made up his mind, took the half-burnt cigarette in his mouth, picked up the paper cutter, and opened the kraft paper bag.
