7:30 PM, Shitamaku District, Tokyo.
"That old rascal, he's really swelled up."
The Ota residence, Lu Liang had been here once before, back when he attended a family dinner hosted by Ota Ling.
It was slightly unexpected that Ota Ling would set Anshan's recovery dinner at his own home.
"Sir, is it not respectful for Mr. Ota to host the dinner at his home?"
Sakurada Miyuki showed a look of doubt, her head habitually tilting to the left, which was her usual thinking posture.
The necklace made up of 108 broken diamonds and one blue diamond made her white neck appear more elegant.
Although she still seemed like a little girl, at times with a naive expression, she couldn't be easily underestimated.
Respecting someone's attire before the person is ever a neutral term, especially when unsure about the other party's background.
"Hosting a private gathering at home is of course a sign of respect for the guests, but tonight is not a private gathering."
