The gentleman young man was slightly taken aback, glanced at Lin Hai, then looked at Su Wanjing.
One was a woman with a naturally regal air, clearly of high status, enchanting features, bright eyes filled with endless charm, a top-notch figure, dressed head to toe in high-end brands—a stereotypical rich and beautiful woman.
And the man before him? A security uniform, beard scruffy, hair a mess, eyes dim, demeanor decadent, and overall ragged in appearance.
"Heh, sir, is this really necessary?" The gentleman young man pondered for a long while, maintaining his refined demeanor, speaking to Lin Hai.
He figured, Lin Hai must be boldly taking bullets for the beauty; the two could not possibly be at the same level, much less a married couple.
Compared to Lin Hai, the gentleman young man felt a spontaneous sense of superiority.
From any angle, he was far better than the security before him.
