Chapter 132: Prank

"Hello! I am the bodyguard hired by Mr. Tang."

Yang Fan pulled out his phone and made the call. The person on the other end was an elderly man who, upon learning that Yang Fan was the bodyguard hired by Tang Tianrong for his daughter, instructed him to wait at the gate.

About two minutes later, a man in his fifties walked out. He looked full of vigor and carried an air of seasoned experience. The moment Yang Fan saw him, he knew the man was a practitioner of martial arts; there was a distinct aura about him that he could not mask, as he had not yet reached the level of being able to conceal his presence at will.

"Mr. Yang Fan, I presume?" The man walked up to the gate, opened it, and fixed his gaze on Yang Fan.

Yang Fan nodded and presented his identification for verification. Once his identity was confirmed, the man led him inside.

"I am the butler here. You may call me Uncle Zhong," the man said as he led Yang Fan inside, introducing himself along the way. He felt a hint of surprise, as Yang Fan appeared far too young—hardly twenty years old. Since Tang Tianrong was hiring a bodyguard for his only beloved daughter, he naturally needed someone formidable. To Uncle Zhong, Yang Fan seemed excessively young. Could such a young man really protect the young miss? Uncle Zhong was full of doubt. During the last attack on the young miss, the opponents were incredibly fierce; had it not been for the sacrifice of over thirty bodyguards, they would have succeeded.

"Then I shall call you Uncle Zhong from now on," Yang Fan replied.

While Uncle Zhong was leading Yang Fan in, two young girls were busy plotting a prank. In the luxurious hall, Tang Xin sat with her close friend. Tang Xin wore a white shirt with the collar slightly open, revealing a glimpse of her fair, delicate neck. Her white shorts showcased her long, slender legs, and her skin, smooth as snow, seemed to glow with a certain vitality that was enough to quicken any man’s pulse.

The other girl, who was sixteen or seventeen, had a face like a porcelain doll. She was incredibly cute, with large, round, blinking eyes that gave her a mischievous, playful look. She wore a pink T-shirt that struggled to contain her burgeoning figure; every time she moved, her curves were impossible to ignore. She sat on the sofa, her small, pink feet dangling and swaying. This was Liu Jingjing, Tang Xin’s best friend.

"Jingjing, why are you just sitting there? Come over and help me, I can't handle this by myself," Tang Xin said, standing by the door holding a plastic basin, looking at Liu Jingjing with a pout.

Blinking, Liu Jingjing gave a playful smirk and snapped her fingers. She hurried over, saying, "Hehe, since you’re pulling a prank, I’ll help. I’d love to see just how capable this bodyguard is."

With her small, pink feet pattering on the floor, Liu Jingjing grabbed a chair and ran toward Tang