“Number 38, wash my socks!”
“Number 38, help me wash my hair!”
“Number 38, where's my underwear?”
“What is this? I asked for Dongpo pork, not burnt teppanyaki!”
The irritable man yells from morning to night, growing wilder and angrier until his handsome face is taut with frustration.
A woman holds out a tray with a ‘respectful’ smile. “Young master, I'm Number 038, not Number 38. I'm alive, not dead!”
Damn it! Which one of us is the butler here?
Two formidable people meet, both brilliant, powerful, and irresistible, yet equally clueless about love. They clash as equals, but will the outcome be total ruin, a clean getaway, or something else?
The answer will be revealed in the end!
