They must be from that kind-hearted uncle!

Eh?

He didn’t drop me off at the police station?

The boy climbed off the bed and exited the room.

It was a commodious suite, which had a bedroom, a living room, a study, and a massive bathroom.

He was amazed to find a large bathtub in the bathroom when he went in there.

“Wow! It’s so spacious!” he exclaimed, rather exaggeratedly.

Upon hearing his voice, the white pup, which had been resting in the living room, quickly padded its way over and circled the boy excitedly with its tongue lulling.

“Arf! Arf!” Its barks sounded crystal clear.

Baby Chu picked it up and rubbed its small head, only to realize that someone had given the puppy a bath. Its dirty fur had become beautiful and snowy-white, and it even smelled refreshing.

“You smell so good, Xiaobai! Who bathed you?”

The pooch, whose tongue was sticking out as it panted, naturally could not answer him.

Its barks, however, had alerted the maid, who was standing at attention outside the suite.

A knock was soon heard, quickly followed by the opening of the door, which revealed a maid in a cheongsam, who asked smilingly, “Are you awake, boy?”

The startled boy regarded the maid with wariness and caution.

“Who are you?”

“You can call me ‘big sister’.”

The servant crouched before the boy and spoke in a gentle tone, “Should I give you a bath? I wanted to bathe you last night, but the old master ordered us not to wake you up since you’re fast asleep.”

“I-I can bathe on my own; I don’t need assistance!”

Despite his tender age, he understood that men and women were inherently different, so he naturally felt shy at the thought of a stranger of the opposite sex bathing him.

The maid, however, merely said, “The old master instructed me to help you bathe.”

“Old master?” His lips twitched when an image of a grey-haired, old man appeared in his mind. “Who’s this old master?”

“We, the servants, aren’t qualified to address the old master by his name.”

He pouted. “I want that handsome uncle from yesterday to bathe me.”

“Handsome uncle?”

“Yes! That mean-looking but handsome uncle.”

His reply amused the maid. “Are you referring to the old master?”

He responded with a deadpan expression. “He’s not old at all; he’s obviously very young.”

“…”

The maid was tickled pink.

‘Old master’ here did not mean an elderly man but was rather a form of address. Everyone in this mafia residence was required to address the boss as ‘old master’.

Being a century-old, prestigious family, the Gus held on to old customs and traditions. ‘Old master’ was a respectful term reserved for the patriarch, and since Gu Jinglian was the family head, everyone had to address him as such.

“The old master is still resting. I’ll help you, instead.”

“No.” The gauche kiddo hung his head low as a blush crept up his cheeks. “It feels weird to have you bathe me!”

“In that case… how about I keep watch from the side while you bathe by yourself?”

The maid was concerned that a child as young as him would accidentally slip and drown in the deep bathtub almost filled with water. Eventually, the boy acquiesced to her suggestion despite his reluctance.

Thus, she carried him into the bathroom and ran a warm bath for the little lad before finally placing him in it.

Covering his fleshy body, the boy requested with a blush, “Can you turn around? I feel somewhat embarrassed if you keep looking at me…”

This little fella even knows how to feel shy!

She could, therefore, only agree, turning around as per the kid’s request.