As the mansion door opened, a wave of icy stillness bore down on him. The mansion was vast and uninhabited, its cold silence akin to that of a deserted house, devoid of any trace of life.
Feeling chilled to the bone, Wen Xiangyang shuddered upon seeing the mansion in such a state.
He made a call, securing some time off from his part-time work in the afternoon.
Then, he got started. Time to work!
As the sky gradually grew darker outside, Wen Xiangyang, hearing the sound of cars outside, realized that night had already fallen. He had only just finished cleaning the mansion and hadn't had the time to cook yet.
Considering Mu Lingqian's unpredictable moods, he apprehensively glanced around, picked up his slippers, and hurried to the entrance. He smiled brightly, all eight of his teeth visible, as he greeted Mu Lingqian upon his return - the perfect picture of a well-kept man.
It was his first day being kept by him; he hoped it wouldn't be too dreadful.