Yuanfeng, the man who ruled a financial empire and was hailed as a genius, the man whose facial symmetry Huaijin had praised just yesterday as "criminally handsome," was being completely overshadowed by the shiny hair of a butler.
"He is a perfectly acceptable employee, Huaijin," Yuanfeng muttered, gripping the steering wheel a little too tightly. "He is trained for service efficiency, not aesthetic excellence."
Huaijin ignored the obvious hint of sour grapes. "For Butler Luo Ming, I think we should bring him the newest model of the Japanese ergonomic pen. It's sleek, practical, and it matches his elegant hands perfectly! He needs precision tools for his impeccable note-taking!"
"He needs to serve tea and open doors, Huaijin," Yuanfeng corrected, his voice slightly strangled. "He does not need a precision, ergonomic, Japanese-engineered instrument for note-taking. My own pen is an ordinary plastic ballpoint, and I write groundbreaking physics theories with it!"
