When Gwen finished washing and descending the stairs, she had already set up a variety of breakfasts on the dinner plate for her to choose from.
Sweeping the first floor, there was no trace of Lucas.
He took a sip with a glass of milk in his hand, and asked casually, “Where is Sanye?”
The servant serving next to him lowered his head and responded, “Assistant Song came over just now, and the third master was talking to the sending assistant upstairs.”
Gwen took a bite of the fried dough sticks and hummed.
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