When Yin Minghong walked into the room, he glanced at the corpse lying on the floor, which still hadn't been cleaned up.
The next second, he shifted his gaze away as if nothing had happened and clasped his hands together, speaking calmly, "Greetings, Young Master."
"Mm." Le Yuxin sat on the sofa chair and nodded lazily.
At this moment, Le Yuxin had already changed back into normal clothes, and Qing Lan, wearing a veil and a sheer black dress, sat beside him. If this had been according to Zhengwei's usual routine, he'd definitely have kept swapping identities with Qing Lan, just to protect himself and keep enjoying the thrill of "cross-dressing fraud," but Le Yuxin wasn't afraid of death and had no interest in it.
More importantly, the underpants Zhengwei wore while cross-dressing were so tight they made his balls hurt. "How the hell could he walk around in those?"
