"Second Boss, you've been awfully quiet." Le Yu toyed with his own hair with one hand. Jing Zhengwei's hair was long, straight, black, and silky, so it fell easily, tickling his earlobes and neck. He suddenly felt like getting some hair gel and styling it into a Super Saiyan hairstyle.
Yin Minghong clasped his hands and lowered his head, saying calmly, "The Eldest Young Master is wise and mighty, with foresight and a discerning eye. I need only follow orders. Why would I disturb the Eldest Young Master's thoughts?"
"I feel like there's something sarcastic about the way you put that." Le Yu picked up the account book and glanced through it, only to feel drowsy at the rows upon rows of figures. He handed it to Qing Lan beside him and said casually, "Still, I ran into this mess at Red Moon Fortress. You owe me an explanation, don't you?"
"Please punish me, Eldest Young Master." Yin Minghong said, "I foolishly believed Boss Huo's one-sided account. I truly had no idea where that assassin came from."
"But didn't you sleep with him last night?" A trace of malicious amusement rose in Le Yu's heart. "Didn't you notice anything?"
Yin Minghong's expression remained unchanged. "Boss Huo said he would offer him to the Eldest Young Master. I merely had him wash up and tidy his appearance, then let him sleep alone, hoping he would be in better shape when serving the Eldest Young Master. I had little contact with him."
"So the care you showed the assassin last night was only to make him better suited to serve me?"
"Yes."
For some reason, Le Yu's mood suddenly soured. He waved a hand and said coldly, "Though I didn't accept Boss Huo and the others' testimony, they weren't wrong. You were