Sarama looked at Li Yifei with such a fiery gaze, a fire mixed with a hint of shyness, as if she wanted to look but dared not, yet she couldn't bring herself to look away. She didn't even care about the reactions of those around her. After all, these past few years, Sarama didn't really care about others' opinions, or she just outright ignored them.
Li Yifei noticed Sashar and nodded to him in acknowledgment.
Sashar forced a stiff smile and turned to look at Sa'er, who was being supported by several Japanese, shouting and screaming. The two were cousins, had some rapport, but it wasn't as good as one would imagine. Sa'er didn't buy his insistence, and he didn't buy Sa'er's either.
With the steward's report, Sashar understood the situation.
He had no choice but to resolve the issue; today, there were many elders and officials at the house. If he didn't settle things quickly and the old man saw, he might get punished.
