The Metal-eating Flying Ant's heart skipped a beat. It nervously turned its head to look at Yuan Ye. This guy looked square and was dressed in tattered clothes. It was really impossible to tell that he was a person with a nine-star holy beast. He was a Great Spirit Master and could barely be considered a second-rate expert among humans.
Could it be that this fellow also despised her?
Fortunately, after hearing Xuanyuan Po's words, a fanatical look appeared in Yuan Ye's eyes. He stepped in front of Xuanyuan Po and said excitedly, "Boss, I don't mind!"
Xuanyuan Po felt a little uncomfortable being called "Boss" in front of Beiting Huang. He scratched his head. "You can sign the contract!"
