"So, what do you need me for?" Having calmed down a lot after drinking the cola, Lafra sat in the chair, swinging her short legs.
Lafra was neither a little girl nor a naive sweetie; having lived for a long time, she naturally understood that there must be an ulterior motive behind the gift.
Moreover, it was Chen Ze asking for the favor, and the fact that he had someone pass the message to her made Lafra think Chen Ze had no small request.
Suddenly, Lafra furrowed her brows, thinking of a possibility, but that possibility seemed so slim that she shook her head and discarded the thought.
Chen Ze, watching Lafra's behavior, was a bit puzzled. Could it be that the blood-red vampire ancestor expected to just shake her head and feel the fizz of the cola again?
"It's like this, do you know about the person who has been targeted by misfortune?" Chen Ze asked, having learned his lesson from Hastur's incident, he decided to inquire first if the problem could be resolved.
