This kind of smile was so faint that it made one's heart tremble. Qin Yin looked at him in surprise. She had never seen a smile more terrifying than anger, as if it came from hell.
"I've been with the Nan Family for so many years, and the Nan Family has treated me well. Of course, I must think of the Nan Family. Living or dead, I belong to the Nan Family," the butler was still professing his loyalty at this moment.
Nan Sichen placed Nianzhi on the ground and slowly approached the butler, who was past his fifties, looking down at him from above. "So now, am I the master of the Nan residence, or are you? Or perhaps someone else is?"
"What does Young Master Nan mean by this?" The butler raised his head to look at Nan Sichen, but after a quick glance, immediately lowered his head again, trembling all over in fear.
