"Ziyun, you should explain, what's going on here?"
Among these eight people, Ziyun seemed to be the leader, so Ning Fan asking her was the best choice.
"This servant..."
"Hurry and speak."
"We wanted to serve you tonight."
By the end, Ziyun's voice was almost inaudible, her pretty face flushed with red like blood.
"Cough...cough..."
Ning Fan almost choked on her powerful words, couldn't help but ask, "Is this a custom you learned?"
In some ancient families, there indeed was such a custom, but Ning Fan had only heard of it and never imagined it would happen to him.
"No... it's not. We just wanted to repay Young Ning for saving our lives."
Ning Fan waved his hand and said, "No need. Just live well, and that will be the biggest repayment for me."
"Mm!"
Ziyun nodded and fell silent again.
"It's getting late. You all should rest early."
At this moment, Ziyun suddenly asked, "Young Ning, is it because you despise our lowly status and that we are not pure?"
