As soon as he answered, everyone turned to stare at him in bewilderment, as if he were a bizarre object. An Xiaoning stared at the handsome young man who was standing at a towering 1.8 meters and who had broad shoulders and a narrow waist. He was the best-looking one out of all of them.
She kept quiet as a strange silence filled the room.
"Master, do you doubt my words…?" No. 8 asked, not daring to make eye contact with her.
"I do believe you. Did you use to be a boy toy of a female gangster? Or were you a gigolo at a nightclub?" An Xiaoning asked.
It was hard not to guess that that was his previous profession, given his dashing good looks as well as his confession about his impotence.
"Yes, I used to be a female gangster's plaything. She abandoned me after I became impotent," he admitted.
An Xiaoning felt that he sounded as if he had already given up on himself.
