Chapter 789: Who Told You I Was Nervous_1

Mr. Yancey's gaze shifted away from the mirror, and he said irritably, "I didn't ask if it fit, I'm asking if I look approachable and kind. Would young people like it? Is this color too serious?"

The old butler looked at his powerful presence clad in full attire, then at his grizzled hair and serious countenance, pondered over the question he had just asked, and tentatively whispered, "If you think the color is too serious, maybe switch to red? Red is festive."

"It's not Chinese New Year!" Mr. Yancey looked back at the mirror, "Forget it, my taste is rubbish, I shouldn't ask you."

Butler: "..."

Having watched him posing in front of the mirror all morning, the butler really couldn't stand it anymore and reminded him softly, "Mr. Yancey, why don't you ask the young master? He should know what colors Ms. Quinlan likes."

Mr. Yancey's eyes lit up, he gave the butler an approving glance, and then looked towards the living room.