Young Mistress?
The faces of Ye Xitong and the others changed slightly. This man in black was clearly a bodyguard, and he looked so cold and killer-like.
Tang You was also taken aback. Where did this big guy come from?
Lan Xin Ai did not notice the expressions of the crowd and spoke a few words to the bodyguard.
"Little Fang, be quick about it."
"Young Mistress, my name is not Little Fang." The bodyguard's mouth twitched.
"Your face is as square as a fang."
"..."
Only after the bodyguard left did they all feel like they could breathe again.
"Xin Ai, who was that guy just now?" Tang You asked.
"A bodyguard."
Lan Xin Ai ate her pastry, thinking that the hotel was serving their food too slowly. She was hungry now.
"Pfft!"
As soon as Lan Xin Ai's words were spoken, Ding Shiqi laughed out loud without any restraint: "A bodyguard, it's too much of an act. But no matter how convincing you act, it's useless."