Bias
Editor: Henyee Translations
Second Young Master Sun was called Sun Shaolong. He glanced at the green-robed man, and couldn't help but frown. He asked in displeasure, "Tan Bing, I didn't offend you, so why are you going against me?"
"I don't like the look of you; I don't have any ulterior motives," the green-robed man, Tan Bing, said.
"All right, all right." A woman in purple stepped out to play mediator, "We are all from the White Night City, and we will see each other frequently. Just think of it as giving face to me, Zhuo Die."
Sun Shaolong humphed, and said, "All right. For the sake of Sister Zhuo, I will not argue with him."
"You speak as if I fear you." Tan Bing was similarly proud.
"The two of you, speak less." Zhuo Die lowered her hand.