When the new day arrived, it seemed like the calm before the storm.
The atmosphere in the Emperor's Pavilion was unusually calm, with no Blood Clan members coming to disturb except William and the father-daughter duo of Andrew.
Even the restless old man Andrew didn't frolic and mess around with the maid group like before.
In a room with soundproof magic, the two Dukes, who were always quarreling, were surprisingly not engaging in a war of words.
Andrew asked in a serious tone, "What do you think about tonight's matter?"
If Ning Fan were present, he would surely think he was mistaken.
At this moment, Andrew was no longer exhibiting the image of an old rascal,
his half-squinted eyes flickering with a deep light.
William glanced at Andrew and then said indifferently, "No matter what happens, our Philip Family will firmly stand behind Ning Fan."
