บท 710: 364 The Old Man (Midnight)_2

"Introduce yourselves one by one." Ran Tengxiao waved his hand.

"Madam, my name is Ran Hong, I'm twenty-two years old, born in the year of the tiger. I work for Aunt Qing's Zhuque Hall." This man's eyes were shifty, constantly glancing at Ming Jing's face and swallowing his saliva more than once.

"Aunt, my name is Ran Gong, and I work in Baihu Hall." He had a thin face and looked cunning.

These people, facing a young girl much younger than themselves and calling her "madam", showed no shame and were quite adaptable.

It's only because Ran Bowen's seniority was so high, and Ming Jing was his daughter, that even the current head of the Rans had to call her aunt, not to mention these people.

These few people were among the best of their generation, working for the Qinglong Association, just to make a living. Since the incident of assassination of Ran Yang, Ran Tengxiao no longer trusted them, and they even suffered from exclusion.