But since his young master had given the order, he would definitely send Miss Jiu back to his room. He had a bunch of questions he wanted to ask in his heart but he wouldn't say anything!
Before the golden-haired butler could display his professional smile, his young master glanced at him. That gaze was indescribable. If he had to describe it, it was probably a gaze to let him stay away from the little tiger.
The golden-haired butler was in a daze when the door closed. He started pondering what mistake he had made. After all, in the novels, the ending of the people who provoked Kung Fu masters was extremely tragic. No, he must put in more effort to learn the broad and profound cultural knowledge of China!
"Momo." Bo Jiu hugged the little keyboard in her arms and smiled brightly. "I'm back."
I know that you're back.
