"Did you hear that?"
"... Heard it."
Michael Lees was particularly unwilling, but still responded.
Who told him that she was an ancestor now?
His cold eyes once again landed on Yosef Reed, watching him walk into the living room, heading towards the sofa.
A smile flickered in his eyes as he wrapped an arm around Isabella Harrison and walked over.
Just as Yosef Reed was about to sit on the sofa, Michael suddenly spoke:
"Better sit on a chair."
Yosef paused, turned to look at him, but had no intention of speaking to this man who was immature to the point of absurdity.
Though they hadn't interacted much, this man's childishness and simplicity were glaringly obvious. As he spoke, a sense of realization dawned upon him; this guy surely had more to say.
Sure enough, the next second he heard Michael chuckle.
"We just 'used' that sofa, if you don't mind, you're welcome to sit."
Yosef couldn't help but twitch his mouth in disdain, his eyes instinctively moving to the nearby sofa.
