"Minister Zhang, your friend here, is making fun of our ancestor like this."
"Is this..."
White's words remained relatively polite, as this was the most gentle phrasing he could muster at the moment.
No matter if Zhang Beixing was someone who climbed up from poverty, he was now an existence that the Eight Great Clans could only look up to.
Thus, despite being extremely angry, White still feared Zhang Beixing's strength and didn't dare to offend him.
Standing aside, with arms crossed and an attitude of watching the show, Zhang Beixing heard White's words.
He glanced over at the young vampire girl, seeing her looking completely unbothered, even ignoring White.
The idea of enjoying the drama grew stronger in his mind.
Zhang Beixing didn't originally know the girl was talking about the ancestor of the Alba Clan, but seeing White's current expression, plus that constipated look, Zhang Beixing instantly understood the situation.
