Deal with Butler Xin

Bei Sangyun's smile deepened. "That's the right question. It's good to see you're still as sharp as ever."

Butler Xin: ?

Bei Sangyun straightened her posture and tapped the table. "The first condition is for you to address me as 'Master.'"

Butler Xin: "....."

A faint hint of mockery flickered across his face.

Master?

This little girl was pushing it. Did she believe that being a bit more intelligent would earn her his respect and admiration?

However, Butler Xin kept his opinion to himself and continued to listen.

"Second, you won't question my decisions and choices from now on."

Butler Xin felt that these two conditions were quite demanding. Not to mention the first, which was already a stretch, the second was something he couldn't easily agree to.