What startled Xia Liu somewhat was that these servants were all at least forty years old.
Although they were dressed up and made up,
the traces of time were still evident on their faces.
Standing among them, Guo Man looked strikingly younger, more full of vitality,
and undeniably stunning.
"Aunt Yang, this is Mr. Xia, the person I mentioned earlier. For the next few days, his meals will be your responsibility,"
After stepping out of the car, Guo Man led Xia Liu to the aunt standing at the forefront of the group of servants.
"Understood, miss. Mr. Xia, please take good care of yourself,"
Aunt Yang bowed slightly and nodded at Xia Liu.
"No need to be so formal, Aunt Yang,"
Xia Liu smiled faintly. He seemed to have caught a glimmer of surprise in Aunt Yang and the other aunts' eyes, though it disappeared in an instant.
But it had indeed appeared.
It seemed they had likely never seen a man enter this mansion before.
"Xia Liu, let me show you to your room,"
