Liu was maliciously guessing that this must be Mourinho's lover.
"This is my mother Liv." Prince Mari, who had come with His Majesty, smiled at old Liu.
Only then did Liv, who was lying on the recliner, not even lift her head, just quietly reading her book and beckoning Jose's four siblings over to her side, as if she hadn't noticed an extra group of visitors from afar in the room.
This kind of arrogance unique to the Upper Elves, old Liu had now seen for himself.
"Richard, I hope you can do me another favor this time." Mourinho poured a glass of water and handed it to Liu: "You're a smart man, just based on the fact that I've appointed you as a royal envoy, you must already know what it means."
