"Butler Chu, can you let me open the door for Young Master later?"
Butler Chu nodded. "Certainly."
Clearly, Butler Chu did not treat Bai Feifei as an ordinary maid and was giving her a chance.
More than ten minutes later, Chu Yichen's car arrived. As soon as it stopped, Bai Feifei sashayed to the Rolls-Royce in the middle of the convoy and called out to him coquettishly.
"Yichen, are you tired? I've already prepared dinner."
Bai Feifei was like a wife waiting for her late-returning husband. She put on her charms and opened the car door. When she saw Chu Yichen's cold face, she pulled up her already short skirt, revealing an inappropriate amount of flesh.
Chu Yichen sat in the car, reading a telecommunications partnership proposal. He was disgusted by Bai Feifei's coquettish voice.