Three years after the Bo family had moved away, they had met.
As a qualified butler, his etiquette was first-class. The old man of foreign descent took off the gentleman's hat on his head. He was dressed in a straight suit and perfectly fitted for a butler, greeted, "Mr. An, it's been many years since we last met and you are still the same as before."
"Eri." Old Master An called his name the instant he saw him.
The assistant standing next to him had never seen his chairman like this before. It was obvious that Mr. An was very excited as his hands shook a little while holding his dragon head cane. "You… are still alive."
"It's not just me, Young Lord is still alive as well." He broke into a sincere but faint smile, enough to show the emotions within. It was like a meeting between good friends.
The assistant watched as the butler, who seemed to have come out of the 19th century, approached the chairman.
