Mm.
After all that tossing around, the real boss finally woke up. After a brief moment of dazed confusion, his heart sank. He flipped the quilt aside and instinctively tried to get up.
"Better lie down and talk. I'm not interested in men."
The man on the bed froze mid-movement, stared toward the foot of the bed, then let out a breath of relief. The unease and viciousness on his face turned into a bitter smile.
"Brother Li? What's this about?"
The guy looked a bit over forty. Not that old, but already showing signs of balding, and his complexion was quite sallow. Calling the not-yet-thirty Fu Zili "Brother" didn't make him feel awkward in the slightest.
Figures.
In the underworld, relationships are never measured by age.
But clearly, he and Fu Zili knew each other well.
