On Damian Hua's birthday, the threshold was almost broken, but as the protagonist, he stayed in the study, looking at the official documents on the table with a serious look on his face.
Mrs. Hua, the other owner of the Washington Mansion, was also leisurely drinking health tea in her yard. All these matters were left to Avery Meng, a servant who was not the owner, to entertain.
Because he had to entertain guests, Avery Meng wore clothes of excellent material and stood at the door. His face was almost frozen with a smile, and he stood behind the housekeeper as a front.
Many people cast curious glances. Seeing that he didn't look like the master and had never seen him among the dignitaries in the imperial city, they all secretly guessed.
No one probably expected that he was just a slave on the surface and a Concub!ne secretly.
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