Da Yong shook his head. “Every time the boss says he sees someone in the mirror, I go to check and there’s nothing there. It’s normal. I’ve only seen moving things in video playback. As for the feeling of someone watching me, I haven’t had that feeling either. I asked Uncle Fu, who is the housekeeper, and his answer was similar to mine.”
Bai Hao nodded. Although she knew everything, she still had to be professional in her acting. Besides, everything has a cause and effect, and all she wanted was a result!
Bai Hao followed the two into the villa. Upon hearing the noise, a man came out of the house. He was not tall, had gray hair, and was wearing a black suit. He should be the butler, Uncle Fu.
"Sir, you're back. And who is this?" Uncle Fu asked Yang Zizhong with some curiosity.
No wonder Uncle Fu was surprised. He guessed that Bai Hao should be a master, but judging from Bai Hao's clothes and temperament, he really didn't look like one!
Yang Zizhong: "This is Boss Bai, come and take a look!"
Uncle Fu nodded knowingly and beckoned people to go to the living room.
Bai Hao glanced at Uncle Fu as he walked, a slight smile playing on his lips.
"Please sit down, Mr. Bai. Would you like something to drink?" Yang Zizhong invited Bai Hao to sit down and asked solicitously.
Bai Hao: "Do you have Qihong tea?"
Upon hearing Bai Hao's words, Yang Zizhong was taken aback, and Uncle Fu also showed a hint of surprise in his eyes.
"If we don't have Keemun black tea, how about Uwo tea?" Uncle Fu asked with a smile.
“Ceylon highland black tea, I’m in for a treat! Thank you!” Bai Hao smiled casually and nodded, glancing out of the corner of his eye at a faint, elusive aura emanating from the second floor of the stairs.
"I didn't expect Boss Bai to like Qihong tea," Yang Zizhong said with a smile.
“My mother likes it, and I’ve gotten used to drinking it,” Bai Hao said unhurriedly. “Oh, I wonder if we could have a meal here? I haven’t had lunch yet.”
"Oh dear, look at my brain! Right, right, I haven't had lunch yet, Uncle Fu!" Yang Zizhong slapped his forehead. Hearing Bai Hao's words, he calmed down a bit. It was daytime now, so there was nothing wrong with it. Besides, since the person had come, he would definitely resolve the matter. There was no use in being anxious.
"Hey sir, I heard you!" Uncle Fu came over with a tray containing two plates of pastries and some black tea that was still brewing. "Have some to tide you over, and I'll make some more food after I've brewed the tea!"
Bai Hao leisurely drank tea, ate a meal, and then read the newspaper on the sofa until sunset. Yang Zizhong did not dare to disturb Bai Hao, but he could not stay quiet and kept smoking outside the door, watching the sun slowly set.
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