Ye and Snake stared at each other. Although the old hand had been subtle, Ye and Snake weren't idiots; they understood.
Snake was blunt. "Isn't that just a whorehouse? Hmph, I've heard for a while now that the Red King is no good. The place where we work, the Disaster Prevention Bureau, used to be a whorehouse."
Zheng Xiu was not pleased to hear this. He frowned and cut Snake off. "Who did you hear that from?"
'If you've got the guts, name names. I'll add them to my little list immediately.'
Snake stammered, unable to give a source. It seemed "I've heard" was just something she'd said offhandedly. Finally, she stubbornly stared at the young man. "Anyway, it's not a good place! Brother, you can't let yourself be corrupted by the Red King!"
Yin Qingqing shot Zheng Xiu a strange look. He was being insulted to his face, but his expression wasn't as awkward as she'd expected. His brow smoothed out; he clearly wasn't going to stoop to Snake's level. He just smiled.
