"Did you need me for something?"
Yun Zhenyue stood in the cellar.
Holding a spray bottle, gardening shears, and a shovel, she asked Sam quizzically.
She didn't know much about the manor's young master.
She had only seen him occasionally in the garden, kicking and punching the rose bushes. If a butterfly fluttered by, he would immediately catch it and tear it apart with cruel satisfaction.
All in all,
he was like a spoiled brat with a serious anger problem.
But Yun Zhenyue was sure she had never provoked him.
She always greeted him politely, as was proper.
'Does the cellar have plants that need pruning, too?'
All she could see were thousands upon thousands of bottles of red wine.
"Can't I call you over if I have nothing for you to do?"
Sam shot back aggressively.
He acted as if someone owed him a huge debt.
Blocking the cellar door, he pointed at Yun Zhenyue's nose and sneered, "Let's get one thing straight. You're nothing but a filthy little rat in this manor."
