"No, I'm calling your private number. Then I'm definitely not looking for Father, but for you."
Zhou Xuan's words made the butler's eyes widen slightly. He had a bad feeling. However, he still maintained his basic composure and revealed a kind smile. "Young Master, why are you looking for me? Is there anything I can help you with?"
"Of course. I'm afraid there's no one else who can help me with this now except you."
Zhou Xuan's words seemed to know everything. "If I'm not wrong, the control of the Zhou family's team of sacrificial soldiers should be in your hands, right?"
"Young Master, what are you talking about? Why don't I understand? What sacrificial soldiers? What team? I'm just an old man with half a foot in the coffin. You think too highly of me."
Of course, the butler couldn't admit this, so he wanted to pretend to be stupid to escape. "If you want money or something, I might be able to help you."
