Butler Zhao's hand trembled, knocking over the teacup beside him.
The scalding tea wet the pages of the newspaper, but he didn't seem to feel the burn as he brushed the tea aside, then put on his reading glasses to read every word on the paper without missing a single one.
Then he had someone bring out a computer to search, though there was no need for searching, as the homepage of Baidu was dominated by a huge banner about Ye Shaohua.
This was the first time Butler Zhao had seen Ye Shaohua; in the photo, she faced the camera, her calm face devoid of any arrogance.
In the face of such glory, she remained as composed as ever.
Even without this incident, Butler Zhao had reason to believe that her future achievements would be significant.