"Isn't this a bit inappropriate—"
Little Ding, still with that slight stutter, hesitated as he said, "I'm just a servant... not good enough... for her..."
"In my eyes, you're only slightly less than the Young Master of our family."
Amelia repeatedly compared their height and appearance—it really was just a little bit, and if Little Ding could get some thicker skin, it would be perfect!
"..." Little Ding listened and broke out in a cold sweat.
Aunt Red has such keen insight; did she really see him as equal to Julian?
Little Ding awkwardly replied, "You're overestimating me... I can't compare with Julian..."
"I've been a butler for decades; I'm very good at judging people!"
Amelia was very confident in herself, taking the initiative to say, "It's settled then. When my distant niece comes over, I'll arrange a meeting for you two. She's nice, not an extravagant girl who worships vanity. As long as you two get along, I think you'll spark the flames of love."
Flames of love?
