"Can't we negotiate a bit? Can't I hire a big bunch of bodyguards in the future?" Lele asked pitifully.
"There's no room for negotiation. If you don't train yourself well, you can't hire bodyguards."
Ye Zi'an firmly refused, noting that even bodyguards can make mistakes.
Moreover, no matter how skilled someone else is, it doesn't bring peace of mind like having your own martial arts skills.
"It's best not to let Dad hear Xiao Er say you've been lazy," Ye Zi'an snorted and continued, "or else, be careful, Dad might make you kneel in the ancestral hall."
"Haha!" Yangyang laughed, as if he received an imperial decree, "Brother, you should be careful. But come to think of it, no one has knelt in our family's ancestral hall yet. I wouldn't mind you setting an example for us."
"Shut up!" Lele shot him a cold glance, irritated. This annoying younger brother just loved to gloat over his misfortune and desperately needed a good beating.
