Then he spoke softly and said, "My sister is not as bad as you say, Tang De."
"...Ah, are you talking about Miss Elisa?"
Elisa calmly picked up a teacup, lowered her head, and pretended to take a sip from the rim.
The sorcerer-ghoul tapped his cane with his knuckle, creating a hollow sound: "While that's true, Miss Elisa is far inferior to my sister, Kalatu. Our families' matters aren't over yet—"
"The history between the Ailin Green Family and the Grossel Family is in the past," the middle-aged man replied. "You can call me Ailin Green or any other name as you wish. Let bygones be buried beneath the dust—"
Fang Hong listened to the conversation, his gaze drifting between the two.
He looked at others in the room, then turned back and hesitantly asked, "Mr. Tang De's sister is...?"
"Cris Aylingelan."
The middle-aged man turned back to him and answered.
Fang Hong felt a sense of understanding flash through his mind, thinking, as expected.
