Tao Zhiyan wanted to die of embarrassment.
Why?
Why was he the one left embarrassed when Feng Ze used a secret identity?
And why was he still the one left embarrassed when he used a secret identity himself?!
What a stupid disguise!
Feng Ze's voice came again. "Didn't you say a butler could never resist an employer who sent him money? Why aren't you opening the door?"
Tao Zhiyan: "..."
He buried his head in his pillow, burning red from head to toe. "Nobody's in here."
"Nobody?" Holding back a laugh, Feng Ze leaned against the wall and pulled out his phone, then began to read. "Shocking: the types of employers a butler can never refuse."
He paused. When he heard no movement inside, he cleared his throat and continued, "See how many apply to you. Number one-"
"Feng! Ze!" Tao Zhiyan rushed to the door and yanked it open.
His entire face was red now. Standing in the doorway, he fiercely pressed an index finger to his lips. "Shh!"
Feng Ze knew when to quit. He put his phone back in his pocket and immediately admitted his mistake. "My bad."
Tao Zhiyan looked at him, then turned his head away.
He had to admit that after Feng Ze's little stunt, he no longer felt embarrassed.
He let him in and asked, "Aren't you going to work?"
Feng Ze smiled and raised an eyebrow. "I took time off to keep you company. Happy?"
Keep him company?
What did he need company for?
They lived under the same roof and saw each other every day.
Tao Zhiyan shut the door and asked casually, "Did you take the morning off? Or the whole day?"
Feng Ze was still smiling. "Seven days."
Seven days?!
Tao Zhiyan's eyes widened. He thought he must have