"I...I think I need to touch up my makeup."
Yi Wenjielin's smile on her face gradually stiffened, and she couldn't help but wish to verbally lash out and annihilate the other person with her sharp tongue.
But after all, she had better manners, repeatedly chanting in her heart lady, grace... it was only then she managed to barely stabilize herself.
"Of course!"
Andre said, "Number 17, you take Miss Yi Wenjielin to the makeup room... and teach her how to properly use the various tools."
'Do you think my house doesn't have a makeup room? My cosmetics are piled up in six warehouses!'
The expression on Yi Wenjielin's face quickly vanished, and then she said to the robot maid that looked very much like a real person, "Please."
"You don't need to talk to them, they're just robots!"
Andre seemed to doubt Yi Wenjielin's intelligence, and ordered Number 17, "Kneel!"
Number 17 immediately knelt down obediently.