The door was opened by a young man with delicate features and a tall stature, his voice as refreshing as a spring breeze, "May I ask, whom are you seeking?"
Little Taotie looked at him with puzzlement, "Are you Qiaoqiao's dad?"
The young man narrowed his eyes, his smile unwavering, "I am the butler here, Miss Qiaoqiao's father is not at home."
Little Taotie asked in a babyish voice, "Are Qiaoqiao's grandparents here?"
"They're not here either."
"You're lying!" Little Fatty angrily pointed at the shoes on the carpet, "Those are outdoor shoes, not slippers, which means the owners are at home!"
The young man turned his face and body to block the view of the shoes, shaking his head, "They're not here."
"We want to go in!" Little Fatty charged in like a little bull calf and really managed to push past the young man, rushing straight inside.
Hearing the commotion outside, the middle-aged man sitting on the sofa frowned, "Why is it taking so long, haven't you driven them away yet?"
