Shen Chuwei expressed confusion, "Why do you say that?"
Weichi replied, "Because you look quite similar. If it weren't for the familial relationship, would His Highness care for you so much? And with your physique, you're not fit to be a Guard, unless you got in through the back door."
Shen Chuwei was stunned for a moment, feeling that Weichi had a point.
The tradition of relatives pulling strings dated back centuries.
Weichi then asked, "You're the younger brother, right?"
Shen Chuwei didn't understand; her boots were equipped with built-in lifts, adding more than five centimeters to her height.
"Why do you think I'm the younger brother?"
"Look at that soft, pinchable face of yours." Weichi finished scrutinizing her face and then her height, shaking his head, "And this height, even thinking about being the older brother doesn't work."
Shen Chuwei: "..." Five centimeters for nothing...
Upon arriving at the restaurant's kitchen, the chefs inside were still bustling about.