"No, I didn't make it up."
This security guard is an honest guy, a few years older than Jing Xiaocha, but clearly not as sharp as her.
When she said that, his face turned slightly red with embarrassment, his nervous hands scratching his head, but his face was full of smiles,
"The beauty you saw just now, I heard, is a returnee, a genuine rich and beautiful girl... I haven't seen our President Wen treat any beauty as warmly as he treats her..."
"You're praising her to the skies. Don't tell me you like her yourself?"
Jing Xiaocha found it increasingly absurd and directly interrupted the security guard, a sly gleam passing through her eyes as she looked at him with a grin.
"No, no, no, how could a toad like me think of eating swan meat?" Realizing he had said something wrong, the security guard suddenly stopped talking and explained, "I'm not saying I'm a toad, just..."
"Pfft—"
