"The police station?" Old Master Gao squinted his small eyes. His hands paused mid-way in a Tai Chi arc, then came to a stop.
The butler stood respectfully by his side, waiting for him to speak.
"They're still not awake in the west wing?"
"It's only five or six o'clock now." The butler pointed to the clock. "Young people naturally love to sleep, especially in winter. I remember when the eldest madam and the young master returned, they wouldn't wake up until the sun is high in the sky. Even if they wake up early to greet you, once done, they'd go back to sleep."
Lazy and indulgent, a bunch of parasites.
Old Master Gao clenched his hands and saw that the door to his other grandson's room in the east wing was already open. He said, "They're all young, yet the difference is so big. And they tell me not to criticize them!"
"The second young master has been in the military; he always wakes up early."
