"Tsk, you old man still have the nerve to sigh here. If it weren't for you agreeing and casting your vote, how could Harrison have the power to gather the entire family to support the Fourth Prince?"
The red-faced elder sneered at the bald elder's lamentation, and coldly said, "This is equivalent to placing the entire fate of Sanders Family on the shoulders of the Fourth Prince."
"What could I do?"
There was a hint of evasiveness in the old eyes of the bald elder. He hurriedly drank a sip of tea to calm his nerves and argued, "It was that guy who boasted, saying that you had already agreed, so naturally, I couldn't lag behind!"
"Don't try to justify your actions, Harrison must have given you a lot of fertile land in exchange."
The red-faced elder picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup of hot tea without paying it any attention, and disdainfully said, "I didn't expect you to be so hasty when it comes to matters that will decide the fate of the family!"