He Mengji felt that Ye Xiong was a bit off today. Before, whenever he saw her, he would habitually tease her a little, but now he was surprisingly serious.
The Sun rising in the west?
"Here's the list of our company's core members, take a look," He Mengji handed over a piece of paper.
Ye Xiong glanced at it and asked, "Is there a problem?"
"Me, Thirteen, Vermilion Bird, Angel, An Le, Murong Ruyin, Chen Xiao, plus Phoenix who is on a temporary assignment—eight people in total. Don't you see anything inappropriate?" He Mengji asked.
"What's inappropriate?"
"Don't you think, except for Chen Xiao and Thirteen, the remaining six are all women? Isn't that extremely abnormal for our line of work, which is fraught with danger?"
"If you hadn't mentioned it, I wouldn't have noticed. From now on, let's call the female members of our core team the 'Seven Golden Flowers.'"
"It's six flowers," He Mengji corrected.
