The servant said anxiously, "Young Master!"
The young man finally raised his head, revealing a hard and handsome face. His facial features had a mixed-blood feeling. He was very masculine and handsome, but the expression on his face was really not very good. "I am not deaf."
He threw the phone aside, glanced at Simon, and said with a forced smile, "Second Young Master Bishop, why do you have time to come to our house today?"
Simon said with a poker face, "Why do you ask the question when you know the answer?"
Yara sneered and shifted his Sara. "... It's her?" gaze to Sara shrank back a little, a little afraid of this seemingly unruly young man.
"Haven't you graduated from junior high school? You're my sister." Yara lit a cigarette in a casual way and squinted at Sara. "Thirteen or fourteen?"
"..." Sara burst out in anger. "I'm already 18!"
Yara said, "I'm sorry. I really can't see it."
Sara: "..."