Jiang Nan: "Fuck, you bastard, go easy on her! Oh, and remember to use protection—my sister is still in fucking college!"
...
Qi Sheng walked out of the room and happened to see the two housekeepers were already at their posts.
After all, this was a mansion worth two to three hundred million.
Qi Sheng had used two ordinary Talent Recruitment Cards.
He'd recruited two trustworthy housekeepers to help him clean and look after the villa.
"Sir, breakfast is ready. Please see if it's to your liking."
One of them, Aunt Song, who was a better cook, enthusiastically led Qi Sheng to the dining room.
On the twelve-seat dining table were eight exquisite side dishes.
"It's great."
Qi Sheng took a bite and nodded with a smile.
It was home-style cooking, but it was more than decent.
"As long as you're satisfied. I'll get back to my work, then."
Aunt Song breathed a sigh of relief and turned to attend to other matters.
As Qi Sheng ate breakfast, he replied to a message from Jiang Nan.
