As soon as Ye Qiu spoke, the two guards were momentarily stunned, then exchanged glances and burst into laughter.
One of the guards, who was a bit chubby, said, "Liu San, these days you get all sorts, huh? Opens his big mouth and wants us to call Luo Family's heiress out to meet him. Does he think he's the eldest son of the Ye Family?"
Liu San replied, "Haha, Old Wang, you're the one who loves reading urban novels the most. In those, some male protagonists love to play dumb and then surprise everyone with their hidden abilities. We two are just the low-IQ villains in those stories. Maybe this kid really is the eldest son of the Ye Family—can't wait for a potential face slap, ahaha, hahaha..."
"Yeah, yeah, we better not get face-slapped, hahaha, I'm dying of laughter. Liu San, you're such a jokester..." The chubby guard, Old Wang, clutched his belly, his face rippling with laughter.
