In the financial room, the person opposite Lan Weiying was anxious and obsequious, "Yes, yes, I've urged several times already, but there has been no response."
A vexed look clouded over Lan Weiying's usually cool eyes as she accessed her light brain, sent something out, then set it down.
"All right, I understand. You may leave now." Lan Weiying sent the financier away, leaving only Lan Yuanhui and herself in the room.
"Something must have happened to the second prince of Casa, I can't get in touch with him."
Lan Yuanhui recalled recent events with disgust, "What a waste, after providing them with so much elixir, they still couldn't overcome a lowly clone."
Ignoring Lan Yuanhui's comment, Lan Weiying said, "I might have to go to E12 Star personally, to find out what's going on with the contact."
"What about the Alchemist Association if you leave? Can I go instead?" Lan Yuanhui suggested.
