In the living room.
Yang Chen blinked and smiled at the Butler, "Butler, staring at me so early in the morning, what's the matter?"
The Butler's chest rose and fell violently, showing how angry he was.
If looks could kill, Yang Chen would have died many times, along with the sofa, carpet, and floor beneath him, all would have been shattered.
Unfortunately, no matter how strong the Butler's hatred, his evil gaze could not turn into a weapon.
The Butler glared at Yang Chen, really wanting to tear him apart.
"Want to ask us what we're having for breakfast? No need to bother, just follow the United Kingdom royal breakfast standard; keep it simple." Yang Chen waved his hand, as if discussing a trivial matter.
Upon hearing this, the Butler's eyes almost popped out, wishing he could grab Yang Chen to ask if he understood what it meant to be the guest respecting the host!
