Wang the Butler, around sixty years old, had short gray hair and often wore a serious expression, especially more so when he saw Summer Shawcross.
"Madam, you should wash up..."
"I know, wash up and have breakfast, right? You go ahead and wait for me; I'll be right down!" Before Wang the Butler could finish his sentence, Summer Shawcross cheerfully replied, flashing him a smile.
Summer Shawcross's response left Wang the Butler with a look of surprise.
Summer, who was usually hard to talk to, had suddenly become so agreeable.
Though puzzled, Wang the Butler didn't say more and turned to leave.
...
Soon, after freshening up, Summer Shawcross came down to the dining room.
Breakfast was already prepared.
The butler poured her some juice, and Summer Shawcross reached out to take the glass, took a sip, and suddenly stared at the butler.
"Wang the Butler, do you have time this morning?"
