"Nah. Not really. I've done stuff for gangs. They help me out with bodies, I take care of some that they want to be bodies." Xue Yang supposed that kind of summarised it. "Gangs have all that talk about family. Loyalty. That kind of shit. You know me. So you know why that's not me."

He shrugged his shoulders, then looked at Meng Yao with a smile, meeting his eyes. "You are cold, xiao Yao. Let's head to bed."