"Madam, you called for me."
Zheng Lingling stood up with a smile, "Uncle Liu, you don't need to be so formal with me, please, have a seat."
Strictly speaking, Butler Liu could be considered someone who watched Zheng Lingling grow up, hence it was appropriate for her to address him as Uncle Liu. However, Butler Liu stood upright, "Madam, without rules, things will not stand. It's not right for me to sit."
Butler Liu was a very loyal person, but also had a peculiar temper. In his mind, a master was a master, and a servant was a servant. Where was the reason for a servant to sit with his master?
Butler Liu's loyalty seemed to be seen differently through Zheng Lingling's eyes.
She thought that Butler Liu was deliberately showing his displeasure to her because of his long tenure at the Zheng family, thus the refusal to sit.
After all, she was only the adopted daughter of the Zheng family, from the elders to even the most ordinary servants, none of them ever took her seriously.