He must be fired.

Looking at Li Mengjie's face burning with anger, her eyes nearly spitting fire just like her own had been moments before, Ling Xuejiu knew she had successfully shifted the target of her rage. She pulled out her phone and dialed her grandfather Ling Tian's number.

Old Master Ling had finally managed to fall asleep after taking two sleeping pills, but was awoken by his granddaughter's call. However, he was always doting towards his precious granddaughter, so his tone over the phone was still very affectionate, "Is that you, Xue Jiu? It's so late, what's wrong?"

With a grievance in her voice, Ling Xuejiu cried, "Grandpa," and purposely added a sobbing note, "You must promise me to fire that bumpkin bodyguard, otherwise I will, I will..."

"Oh?" Old Master paused, then asked, "What happened? What's the matter?"