At his feet, Tao Yi decided to pretend that he hadn't heard, but he didn't say anybody anyway.

"Taoyi".

This man... This man...

Tao Yi took a deep breath, adjusted her mood, and smiled again on her face.

Look back.

Smile deepens.

"Master, I am Tianze's teacher, not yours..."

"Now it is."

"Er?" Tao Yi has a stiff smile. What is it?

"I don't want to say it again. You won't be paid less."

It's really an oblate tone. Tao sighed and admitted his life downstairs. But why call her a tutor when there are so many servants in the villa?

Tao's complaint was that he brought the pickled rice...