The sound was deafening.

He's a butler, not a steward!

Even in ancient times, eunuchs could not easily lay hands on the emperor's favorite concubines.

If he really did that, President Gu would kill him first.

Gu Chen was still cursing, "A bunch of useless trash, you can't even handle a small matter, what use are you?"

The butler kept his head down.

The others were also keeping their eyes down and their minds at ease.

Let them scold me; it's better than meddling in other people's business, applying medicine to Miss Yan, and then being kicked out by President Gu for "what are you to dare lay a finger on my darling."

They need this job (salary).

After a while, once Gu Chen had finished scolding, the butler continued his work report.

"Mr. Gu, Miss Yan has been on a hunger strike since noon and hasn't had a drop of water since..."

"What?"

Gu Chen's face turned ashen.

Didn't you eat dinner last night?

He looked down at the butler and roared, "Why did you only tell me about something this important now?"

Butler: "I called you, but your phone is always switched off."

Gu Chen didn't accept this excuse. "If your phone is off, can't you send someone to look for me?"

Butler: "We looked for them, but they were stopped at the door."

"waste!"

Gu Chen cursed loudly.

The butler remained silent, only bowing his head repeatedly.

That way, Mr. Gu's saliva won't splash into his mouth.

Only after Gu Chen finished cursing and went upstairs did he raise his head again.

He calmly straightened his clothes, smiled, and said to everyone, "The crisis is over, everyone to your positions."

The crowd scattered in all directions.

Just then, another sound came from upstairs.

Gu Chen was roaring.

Yan Wan screamed.

The glass and porcelain said they wanted to run away.

housekeeper:"……"

well!

Occasionally, he would try to work as a housekeeper until Gu Chen went bankrupt.

More often than not, all he wanted to do was stab that idiot Gu Chen to death.