Fake

When Xing Ruo opened the door, he immediately got a cramp in his calf. He saw a bodyguard standing outside who was full of murderous intent. He was 1.9 meters tall, weighed over 150 kilograms, and had leather armor draped over half his heavily scarred body.

"It's fake, it's fake!" Xing Ruo said to himself twice as he calmed down his nerves forcibly. He first turned around and gently shut the door, then walked outside softly and quietly.

As his behavior and cowardice had always been similar to that of an ordinary child, Ren Baqian was always skeptical as to whether he could perform well.

However, since Xing Ruo was taught by Su Wen, he naturally wasn't a slow-witted person. After thinking it through in his room for two days, he prepared himself to take the first step by leaving the house and exploring outside.