"What's wrong? Don't I look like one?" Jacob smiled slightly.
"You indeed don't." Zabrina shook her head and said, "I also have bodyguards around me, but most of them are big and burly men, but your body is a little delicate."
"I'm delicate?" Jacob didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Please, the word 'delicate' was used to describe a woman. After all, he was a man. How could he be described with such words?
"Haha, that's not right. You're too pretty and delicate. In ancient times, you should be a scholar." Zabrina was amused by her words. She couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh.
"Being a bodyguard really doesn't have much to do with being delicate or not." Jacob shook his head and said, "The people around you are just to play a deterrent role, so you must use such tough men. Otherwise, you can't control the situation."