Hearing this, the security guard sized up Mu Luzhu with a look of disdain.
Their young master's status was noble, and there were countless young girls who came to his door offering themselves every day. He had been a security guard here for a long time and had seen all sorts of tricks, "Sorry, miss, but I'm afraid our master doesn't have time to see you."
"Brother, I am Mu Luzhu." Mu Luzhu straightened up, introducing herself again.
She was a great artist, having just appeared on television recently, and there was no reason for the security guard not to recognize her.
As a matter of fact, this security guard didn't know who Mu Luzhu was.
He was just a security guard and lacked any sense of art, naturally not paying attention to celebrities in the world of traditional Chinese painting.
The security guard gave Mu Luzhu a glance and impatiently said, "No matter what pig you are, our master won't see you."
