Old Mr. Sergei had an extremely odd temper, and even members of the Northern Land Imperial Family couldn't expect any allowances from him.
Oliver sipped his red wine elegantly, watching out of the corner of his eye how Xiang Shaoyu was met with a cold shoulder.
Because he genuinely didn't understand Old Mr. Sergei's words, Xiang Shaoyu's expression paused.
Old Mr. Sergei waved his hand, indicating for him to leave quickly. Just then, Ye Wanlan stepped forward and replied to Old Mr. Sergei's question.
Old Mr. Sergei's eyes instantly brightened, he even "swooshed" to his feet from the chair, and excitedly rattled off a long string of words.
Ye Wanlan listened with a smile and responded one by one at a measured pace.
It was very fluent Old Northern Language, with every word used to perfection.
Xiang Shaoyu was dizzy from listening: "What did he say? And what did Miss Ye respond?"