Seeing the old man still standing by without moving, Ning Fan said dissatisfiedly, "A telephone is supposed to be private, right? As a butler, shouldn't you understand even this basic principle?"
The old man's expression changed slightly, and he angrily pulled away, but his eyes remained fixed on Ning Fan.
Although this phone was from the last century, it was exquisitely crafted and made with luxurious materials.
The handset was made of ivory and gold, and even the dial buttons were set with gemstones.
The old man was genuinely worried that Ning Fan might take the opportunity to pry off a couple of gems, so he didn't dare look away.
After hanging up the phone, Ning Fan grinned mischievously and said, "Go check if anything's missing."
The old man instinctively took a few steps forward, but then stood awkwardly on the spot.
"Haha..."
Hearing Ning Fan's mocking laughter, the old man's face turned terribly ugly, as dark as the bottom of a pot.
