Meeting The Houshold
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
He Zhichu's drivers, gardeners, and house staff treated with him the utmost respect. He rarely opened any doors in his own home, let alone the car doors, himself. The Rolls-Royce driver who rushed out was an overweight man in his mid-forties, with a face face so sunburnt it was as bright as a tomato's. Rubbing his palms, his face blanched when he called out nervously, "Mr. He, allow me." The driver came over to open the door for Gu Nianzhi.