Actually, as I was at that time, this kind of advantage and disadvantage (although I don't agree with this statement, but the old housekeeper who was responsible for teaching me at the time said so) is not the turn of a kid like me who can tell at a glance that he is not smart and young and doesn't understand anything. After all, his young master is so noble, so delicate, and so precious. …In short, it's a lot of money, and it's definitely not something that an idiot like me, who doesn't know anything, can't handle it. Now that I think about it, after hearing such harsh words, I could still blink my eyes and nod my little head like a little rattle, and I do look a bit like a mentally retarded idiot. Even whenever I think about this, I have an urge in my heart to pull the old housekeeper's body out of the tomb and whip it. But every time the young master coldly mocks: "Did he say it wrong?", I can only be like a wilted eggplant, drooping my head and trying to squeeze myself into some dark corners, cracks in the bricks, etc., Hoping to make myself disappear from his sight, even though he probably didn't look at me at all at that time...
Thousand-year pit, everyone is welcome to jump in