"You are chow?" the Prince laughed, shaking his head, "Lu Xingzhou, your worth is in the hundreds of billions; there is no need to impersonate a warrior, is there? Doesn't it demean you?"
Chow is indeed formidable, renowned far and wide, especially in the Middle East, akin to a god of war.
Yet, despite being revered as a god, he is but a mere soldier after all.
In the Prince's eyes, his own noble status reigns supreme.
Be it Lu Xingzhou or chow, he would absolutely crush them.
"Brother-in-law, are you chow? You must be joking, right?" Wu Yingfan's eyes widened, and then he pouted.
He had thought his brother-in-law had some killer method to crush the rivalry, but this?
Impersonating Sister Jiang's idol?
If the idol shows up, wouldn't that leave his brother-in-law completely embarrassed, without a shred of dignity?
The Prince's thoughts were identical to Wu Yingfan's.
