After much thought, Mu Rufeng decided to discuss it with Captain Zhou.
Even with a contract, his ability to provide a large amount of flesh was limited.
Perhaps occasionally it would be possible, but a daily need for a large amount would certainly raise suspicions if someone looked into it.
Therefore, his cooperation with Crimson Preferred was inevitably going to come to the attention of the relevant departments.
"Forget it, I'll talk about it tomorrow, I'm a bit tired, going to sleep first."
"Little Ying, you go back to sleep, daddy is a bit tired." Mu Rufeng lifted Little Ying off his head.
"Sleep, sleep, Little Ying is also very tired, Little Ying wants to sleep too." Little Ying nodded in agreement upon hearing this.
Quickly, Little Ying entered the Contract Slot, and Mu Rufeng stood up to draw the double layer curtains closed.
In an instant, the whole room plunged into darkness, completely devoid of any sliver of light.
