"So, how is it?" Arslan crossed his legs. His eyes stared at Elma longer than the girl who always gave him notes for communication. The tacky, seemed disapproved of what he had just offered. Profession.

There was a certain satisfaction that Arslan had when he told them what kind of work they had. Is it the same? Certainly not. Arslan took advantage of this opportunity well and cleverly, including lowering Elma's disapproving glance at him.

No way. Who is he? Just a close relative of the maid here, right? Why do you look at him with disapproval? SeMika is different from Si Kalem who has already grabbed her attention. It...