Lord Min wiped the sweat on his forehead, stood up, and cupped his hands to express his apologies. When he sat down again, there was a wronged expression on his face. He thought to himself, ‘This is my house. You guys come and go as you please. Have you ever thought about how I, the master of this family, feel?’

However, the one who had descended just now was indeed very strong…uh, of course, compared to himself, that person was still a bit weaker, but if that person were to go against the old chef, he had a fifty percent chance of winning.

Did that lady purposely hire a helper to suppress them?

It couldn’t be. If that was really the case, the other party would not have come and left so hurriedly. They would have at least stayed for a couple of days until the dust had settled.

Lord Min scratched his head and took a sip of tea. He could feel the cold tea...