To Yrel, Samara, who had raised her since childhood, was truly like both a mother and an older sister.
It was not until someone came to the door to report an issue that the girl temporarily ended her brief reunion with Samara.
As the assistant to this rookie leader, Ye Ting naturally had to leave with her, while Samara stayed behind to pack her things and would join them that evening.
But before leaving, Ye Ting had a sudden thought and turned back to say a few words to Samara.
"Miss Samara, I think that rather than worrying about Yrel, you should do something yourself."
"What does Mr. Sandor mean?"
"Just call me Sandor." Ye Ting smiled faintly. "From our brief interaction just now, I found that Miss Samara is a very clever girl, highly adept at dealing with people and worldly matters. That happens to be where Yrel is lacking. As Yrel's sister, I imagine your talent cannot be much inferior to hers.
"If Miss Samara is willing, you can study under me alongside Yrel and personally serve as Yrel's deputy. Yrel has suddenly been promoted to a high position, and there are not many people she can trust. This is precisely when she needs Miss Samara. What do you think?"
"So... after helping my little sister, Mr. Sandor wants to trim my hooves too?"
Rather than answering Ye Ting directly, Samara asked another question.
"Cough, cough, cough... You're joking with me, right?"
Samara's words made Ye Ting cough repeatedly.
Hoof trimming again... He did not even know how to answer that.
"Hehe, of course. It was only a joke." Ye Ting's reaction made Samara cover her mouth and laugh softly. "All right, I agree. If I'm learning from you, I don't mind."
Ye Ting felt that Samara was