Feng Fuce's mansion is big, but it has only a few servants.
There's just a gatekeeper, a housekeeper, and three male servants who do the cleaning.
No one else.
Zhi'er followed Feng Fuce to the warm hall.
The little one noticed that even the candles were newly arranged and fresh.
Zhi'er couldn't help but blink her long eyelashes: "Brother Fuce, your house is so big, but there are only so few servants?"
Feng Fuce picked her up and placed her on a chair, then had someone bring a brazier and placed it not far from Zhi'er's feet.
This fragile little Demon Pet, don't let her catch a cold.
Feng Fuce answered casually: "I don't often stay in the mansion; most of the time is spent in the Xiuluo Guard."
Zhi'er was curious: "So, do you sleep in the Xiuluo Guard too?"
Feng Fuce raised his eyes and glanced at her, just smiled without answering.
When had he ever needed sleep?
Often closing his eyes and pretending to nap was merely a way of resting.
