"But don't get any ideas. She's a scientist's daughter. She likes messy cars and lab notes. She doesn't need... whatever it is you do."
Luo Ming bowed, his face a mask of perfect professional etiquette. "I am merely a humble butler, Professor. I simply follow the orders of the one who holds the 'Contract of Joy'."
He looked up, his eyes meeting Yuanfeng's.
"But I must admit," Luo Ming added, his voice dropping to a low, respectful tone. "The Little Miss is indeed... the most interesting variable I have ever encountered. You are a very lucky man, Yuanfeng."
Yuanfeng blinked. The anger and jealousy suddenly felt a bit silly. He looked at his sleeping daughter through the window.
"I know," Yuanfeng whispered.
He turned and walked toward his old, sputtering car. He felt a bit better. Luo Ming was still a "Handsome Menace," and he was definitely going to have to watch him like a hawk, but at least the butler recognized that Huaijin was the center of the universe.
