Meanwhile.
Lu Fan opened the door to the master bedroom and walked out.
He stretched lazily.
Immediately, the two personal maids standing by the door came over.
One was holding a glass of warm water.
The other held a light jacket, which she draped over Lu Fan's shoulders.
Lu Fan looked at the two young women, took a sip of water, and said, "Alright, that's enough fussing. I can get ready myself. Go tell Old Luo to prepare breakfast."
"Yes, boss." After speaking, the two young maids left.
If these two maids were to take off their uniforms and put on some fashionable clothes, they could probably win a modeling competition.
It had to be said that the tool-person templates provided by the system were all top-tier in both ability and looks.
Of course, anyone else would have probably made these maids specialize in serving him in bed.
But after all these years, Lu Fan had long since grown accustomed to their figures and faces.
