I am a full-level celestial master, you let me enter the strange talk of rules?

About fifty minutes later, Zhang Yangqing took a break once.

He closed his eyes, leaned back in his chair, rested for five minutes, and then continued staring at the screen.

At this point, something happened in the toy room.

The little girl sat on a floor mat, hugging a teddy bear, surrounded by building blocks.

She is building a tower, and the blocks have already piled up very high, with the top almost touching the ceiling.

A man appeared at the doorway.

He walked into the toy room with very light footsteps, so light that there was almost no sound.

He was wearing a dark gray suit, well-tailored, with the fabric gleaming slightly under the light.

Her hair was combed meticulously, each strand obediently staying in its proper place.

He wore a single-lens reflex eyeglass over his left eye, with a silver frame and a thin chain hanging down from the frame and clipped to his collar, swaying gently with his steps.

She wore white silk gloves, spotless and without a single wrinkle or stain.

His features were well-proportioned, with eyebrows that were neither too thick nor too thin, a straight nose, and slightly pursed lips.

His expression was gentle, neither cold nor hot, neither intimate nor distant.

His posture was elegant, but that elegance was not innate; it was cultivated through training. Every step was precisely calculated, and every second was strictly controlled.

The little girl sensed his arrival and stopped what she was doing.

She put the teddy bear aside and tried to put the building blocks back into the box one by one, but her hand trembled and the spire fell over, scattering the blocks all over the floor.

The little girl lowered her head, not daring to look at him, like a child who had done something wrong.

The second young master squatted down, enduring the dirt on the floor and the dust on the building blocks.

With his white-gloved hands, he picked up a block, gently placed it on top of another, picked up another, and put it on top of that as well.

The second young master's movements were light and steady. The building blocks seemed to come alive in his hands as he stacked them up one by one, quickly restoring the original height of the tower. It was even more perfect and meticulous than the little girl's haphazardly piled-up tower.

Having done all this, he spoke, his voice not loud: "Little sister, don't panic when something happens, stay calm. Mother dislikes clumsy children the most."

The second young master's tone was gentle, without any sense of blame. It was as if he were explaining a principle, or reminding him of something very important.

The little girl was still scared. She shrank back, clutching the teddy bear's ears, and dared not speak.

She wasn't afraid of the second young master hitting her; what she feared was his gentleness.

That gentleness made her feel she should do better, but she couldn't, so she was afraid.

In the monitoring room, Zhang Yangqing saw this scene and knew that something had happened.

Based on the black-and-white surveillance footage, this man is most likely the second young master mentioned by the gardener.

Zhang Yangqing stood up, pushed open the door and went out, followed by Youyu and Weiwei.

As the two walked to the door of the toy room, they saw the second young master holding the little girl's arm, about to take her away.

The little girl looked aggrieved, very wronged but dared not refuse.

As the second young master walked, he said, "Have you forgotten all the manners I taught you? If Mother sees you like this when she comes back, she will be angry. You are not a child anymore; you should be more sensible."

The "mother" he mentioned was most likely the mistress.

In this stage, most of the other chosen ones will try to get close to the second young master.

The second young master is ranked second among all the young masters and ladies, and his status is not low. He cannot be too close to them, but at the very least, he cannot be offended.

Moreover, the second young master has a very strong aura; just standing there, he exudes a strong sense of oppression.

He is a powerful human, one of the true owners of this building.

If you can get help, you'll feel right at home here.

In an even better scenario, one could gain the favor of the second young master and join his camp, which would mean instant success.

Of course, these are the thoughts of most of the chosen ones, and whether they are true is currently unknown. But in the world of supernatural tales, if the chosen ones want to survive, clinging to powerful figures is the best option.

On the big screen, viewers could see many chosen ones trying to strike up a conversation with the second young master.

Some bowed, some greeted, some introduced themselves, and some tried to help.

The second young master's reactions were always the same: a polite nod, a polite smile, and a polite refusal.

He doesn't need helpers or friends.

This made many of the chosen ones very embarrassed.

Zhang Yangqing was different; he directly stood in front of the second young master.

The second young master stopped and looked down at Zhang Yangqing.

His gaze lingered on Zhang Yangqing's uniform for a moment before moving to his face.

His eyes showed some displeasure, but he controlled himself well and didn't get angry, only his voice was a little cold: "New surveillance operator? Why are you blocking my way?"

Zhang Yangqing said, "Let her go."

This was even colder than the Second Young Master's words; there was no address, no honorifics, just a direct command.

The second young master's brow twitched slightly.

This was the first time in all his years here that a servant had spoken to him like that.

The second young master's manners kept his tone gentle, but with an added hint of pressure: "You're just a servant, do you know what you're saying?"

Zhang Yangqing said, "I told you to let go, and I don't want to say it a second time."

These words shocked everyone present.

The little girl stared wide-eyed at Zhang Yangqing, wondering why this monitor dared to talk back to her second brother.

The melancholy and eerie figure hiding in the shadows covered his mouth. "The second young master is too strong. Dude, you really dare to mess with him?"

The audience in front of the big screen was also dumbfounded. How could Master Zhang dare to offend the Second Young Master, who was so powerful?

With that arrogant demeanor, anyone who didn't know better would think Zhang Yangqing was the owner of this building.

It's important to know that Zhang Yangqing was just an ordinary person this time.

The second young master's eyes twitched slightly, and the space around Zhang Yangqing fluctuated. An invisible force surged from all directions, squeezing his body as if to crush his bones and erase him from this world.

The second young master planned to teach this ungrateful servant a lesson, to show him what respect and rules are!

Zhang Yangqing stood still, his breath calm, ignoring all danger, and said, "I will truthfully report everything you have done to the mistress."

In short, peace was restored to the surroundings.

The surging force disappeared, and the oppressed air began to flow again.

Even if the second young master was angry, he didn't dare to continue lashing out.

He let go of the little girl's hand, snorted, adjusted the chain at his collar, and turned to leave.

His silhouette remained elegant, and his steps were still steady, but he moved a little faster than when he arrived.

The little girl looked at Zhang Yangqing with a puzzled expression, wondering why he was helping her.

Zhang Yangqing squatted down, looked her in the eye, and smiled: "Don't be afraid. Here, you can do whatever you want. If anyone gets in your way, I'll help you solve it. I'll take care of everything."

The little girl nodded, wiped her eyes, ran back to the playmat, picked up her teddy bear, and continued playing with her building blocks.

She didn't want to learn any etiquette; playing with toys was the key.

Zhang Yangqing didn't try to get closer to her. He knew that he had already gained the little girl's favor, and that was enough.

Continuing to chat would interrupt her playtime with her toys and annoy her, which would be counterproductive.

He left the toy room, and the melancholy, enigmatic man beside him leaned closer: "Dude, what are you doing helping her? Is there some secret behind this?" (End of Chapter)