Li Ang was silent for a while, then said, "Sure."
He believed he hadn't done anything shameful. If it were truly important, he would definitely remember.
So what if he agreed?
Dorothy's expression, usually cold and indifferent, raised an eyebrow—this was the biggest change in expression Li Ang had seen from her.
The thin and slightly upturned lips of this lady moved slightly as she inhaled.
"Then—"
Loud footsteps suddenly intruded, and Li Ang turned to see two people descending from a stone staircase nearby.
Leading was an old man with gray hair.
His hair and beard were meticulously groomed, wearing a black coat with a white shirt, a black bow tie, long trousers, and shiny leather shoes—a standard butler attire.
The loud footsteps came from the heels of his shoes on the stone steps.
"Huo Fu," Dorothy said.
