A pale figure comparatively taller than Sehun opened the door. Striving to circumvent the man's scrutiny was an arduous task with the man's pointed noise, chestnut eyes, and full lips.

"Sir, this is the late Miss' butler, Luhan. She relied heavily upon him for everything, especially after her husband's passing."

"Luhan!" Wu Fan heralded with a modest smile. "This is your new master, Oh Sehun."

With a near dismissive glance and attitude, Luhan succinctly inclined his head. "Duly noted."

Sehun bestowed his own bow.

"You do not have to bow to your servants. They are yours. They bow to you."