"First Young Master, he's here." The housekeeper came to inform, knocking on the door of his study.
"Send him in." A voice from inside answered.
The spacious living room downstairs showed a figure in a black hoodie and jeans, waiting quietly. His gaze was straight, but one could not tell what he was really thinking.
As soon as the sound of footsteps on the stairs beside him was heard. He did not turn his head, only after his name was called did he stand up leaving the middle-aged man in uniform.
"First Young Master, has been waiting for you," he said informing.
Junan stepped upstairs. It was not his first time to this house, even the residents of this house knew more about his presence. It was just that he never wanted to linger here even though he was familiar with this place.
The door of the room was pushed open slowly, revealing a table in the middle of the room, it was immediately clear who was sitting there.
