When they arrived at Lin Ming's store, Xue Tong, Guo Jin and the other attendants stayed outside. Clearly, they didn't want anyone to disturb the young lord.
"Friends, there's no need to stand guard," Lin Ming offered a placatory smile. "My people will keep all the busybodies out."
Xue Tong shook his head coolly. "Just keep our young lord happy, Boss Lin. There's no need to be concerned about us."
The guardsman had small-town origins, but even he knew how to rely on his master's influence. Because of the young lord's rise in status, Xue Tong naturally became more assured as a result. The mild statement was practically inviolate to its listener. The only thing Lin Ming could do was to keep smiling. "Well then, I'll leave the hard work to you. Please excuse me."
