After arriving at the City Lord Mansion.
Zhou Boseng invited Ye Guichen to sit down, sighed deeply, and said, "Brother, may I ask your name?"
"Ye Sheng," Ye Guichen replied.
"What a good name, my name is Zhou Boseng. It looks like we both have the character Sheng, quite the coincidence!" Zhou Boseng slapped his thigh, seemingly surprised.
The corner of Ye Guichen's mouth twitched.
We are both men, we both have something in common, does that count as a coincidence too?
But on the surface, he remained polite: "You're too kind, Lord Zhou, you're too kind."
"Haha, considering our fate, Ye Sheng, things are a bit tricky!" Zhou Boseng's expression shifted as he spoke, his tone heavy.
Ye Guichen knew the main topic was coming up, yet pretended not to know Zhou Boseng's intention and asked curiously, "Why do you say that?"
"Were the six people at the inn killed by you?" Zhou Boseng asked.
