The woman's face stiffened again, thirty to forty thousand? Servant...
"Do you know tea art?" Shane Winchester lifted his eyelids and spoke softly.
"Tea art... this..." The woman's face looked a bit stiff.
"Do you know how to dance?"
"Dance..."
"Do you know flower arrangement?"
"She can learn flower arrangement, she's always been very smart..."
"How about piano?"
"Piano she..."
Shane Winchester regretfully stuffed the business card back into the woman's hand, curled his lips and said: "Obviously, she doesn't know anything, yet Madam you dare to praise your daughter to the skies. I think we'd better forget it, after all, my home place doesn't lack servants."
The woman's face looked somewhat unpleasant for a moment. But looking at Shane Winchester, she simply couldn't speak, only considering him as someone she absolutely shouldn't provoke, having such demands was normal.
