"Eldest, I have something I'd like to discuss with you."
In a rented mansion, Ye Ziping bowed and scraped to pay respects to the head of the Rake Gang, a man with a face full of black hair whose name was unknown, so let's just call him Black Hair.
"What are you looking for me for?" One of the underlings was massaging Black Hair's shoulders, while another was kneading his legs. The kneading seemed to make him quite comfortable, and his voice sounded lazy.
"May I have a word with you in private?" Ziping cautiously asked again.
Immediately, two snickers came from the underlings serving Black Hair.
These two had a special relationship with Black Hair, so they were quite influential in the small Rake Gang.
Seeing Ziping with his delicate and soft face coming to speak to Black Hair, they naturally thought of other possibilities, which was why they laughed like that.
