"Housekeeper," Ning Zihan called softly.
The housekeeper immediately broke out in cold sweat and made a gesture of invitation: "Miss An, please follow me, I'll take you to the next room to stay."
An Baobei arrived at the next room, although it wasn't as large as Ning Zihan's room, the decor was extremely luxurious. However, the cold tones made her feel rather depressed.
Upon entering the room, An Baobei asked, "Can it be painted pink? The color here makes me feel bad."
The housekeeper immediately said, "We'll do it tomorrow." The young master had entirely implied to cater to this lunatic, and he naturally wasn't an exception.
"What is this?" An Baobei pointed at the television embedded in the wall.
"Television."
"What's a television?"
The housekeeper couldn't explain clearly, so he simply picked up the remote and turned on the television.
Seeing people inside the television, An Baobei was startled, "How did you manage to cram people inside?!"
