Interrupted by good things

Of course, his expression is not that strong." He crawled up his messy hair like a chicken's nest and snappily said, "Knocking around. If you don't mind, we don't need to rest!

Housekeeper Zhang was stunned by Guan Jingyi's roar. How come she never knew that his master's temper was so bad?

In the past, when Guan Jingyi lectured the servants, they would always be sitting cross-legged on the sofa with a cup of tea by their side. It was like they were capitalists, with their fingers holding onto Pear Wood's handle neither lightly nor heavily, and their expressions were very soft and sinister. Their city was extremely deep, and even when they were angry, they would smile without a trace, without a trace of anger.

The man in front of them had a grumpy temperament and dark green eyes. He had a slovenly appearance and his mood was written all over his face. Was he really their mister?

Housekeeper Zhang was startled.