"Nothing!"

Vicdor Blake pushed the butler away: "I went upstairs and prepared some light dinner for me. I just had a meal. I might be drunk after a few drinks."

"OK."

The housekeeper hurried to order people to prepare.

He stood at the kitchen door waiting anxiously, worried about Vicdor Blake in his heart: "I don't know how long I can stay in this way. I'm afraid that one day my husband will suddenly fall down. Alas, if my wife is at home, my husband won't do this."

Snow Cecy sneezed a dozen kilometers away.

She wondered who would think of herself at this time.

"This is a good set."...