"You're a bodyguard *and* a secretary?" Lin Wanli asked, dumbfounded.
"Yeah, what about it? Do you also like this job?" Lin Kuang asked with a laugh.
"Like hell I do! Get back to wherever you came from! You're not welcome here!" Lin Wanli roared, flustered and enraged.
He had thought Lin Kuang possessed some extraordinary identity, but he turned out to be nothing more than a damn bodyguard and secretary. At this revelation, everyone burst into mocking laughter, their gazes toward Lin Kuang filled with even greater disdain.
Zhao Zhenlin and Zhao Shunyang were no exception. Their expressions turned terribly sour, brimming with undisguised contempt and mockery.
"Ha! A bodyguard? Do you have any idea who the people here are? Is this a place you belong? Get the hell out!" Zhao Shunyang sneered, his voice rising to a roar.
Lin Kuang gave him an indifferent look. "I'm here for my girlfriend. What business is it of yours? Does this concern you in the slightest?"
