The butler is a very capable butler.
He soon brought back the Mo Heihua that had fled in sadness.
Along with it came Carrot Caicai, who had chased after Mo Heihua when it left.
"President, the Young Master was crying all the way while chasing behind Mo Heihua." The butler set the dirty, rolling Carrot Caicai in front of Xiao Jinsheng.
The butler sighed, looked at Mo Jiao, whose face still bore a cold expression, then at Carrot Caicai, who was still crying out loud, and said with a heartache: "The Young Master probably misses his real father."
"Poor Young Master, never met his father since birth."
"The Young Master following Mo Heihua might be some inevitable pull between them." The butler looked at Mo Jiao's very familiar face and sighed.
"If you have nothing to say, keep quiet." Mo Jiao frowned and looked at the butler.
He was about to curse.
But looking at the butler's wrinkled face, he felt that cursing was like abusing the elderly.
