"Miss."
A middle-aged man's deep voice and the sound of knocking echoed nearly simultaneously.
Standing straight in front of the door, his voice was deep yet powerful, with plain and honest features. Clad in simple clothes, his brow and eyes carried slight wrinkles, displaying the vicissitudes of a middle-aged man.
The dark blue garments bore few decorations, apart from the classic Dongyue layered embroidery, only the cuffs and chest had gold thread embroidery, appearing mysterious and noble.
The person in front, although merely a butler, exuded an inexplicable sense of profundity, especially with his transcendent aura and a strong sense of security in his appearance, which seemed to subtly suggest that his background was not as simple as a mere butler.
With an expression calm and indifferent, maintaining a faint, elusive smile, he gently knocked on the door before stepping back a few paces, displaying a sense of propriety, his demeanor showing no impatience.
