Jiang Xiaorou turned around and walked straight into the Jiang Group building. The rich lady's hand hung in the air for a long time, almost chilling, and no one cared about her, least of all Jiang Xiaorou.
Jiang Xiaorou refused to be friends with her? What sort of capital does this little brat have to act so arrogantly?
"Zhang Youquan, wait a moment." The rich lady stopped Zhang Youquan: "What's the deal with Jiang Xiaorou? What's her real identity? How come even you act like a grandson around her? I've never seen you like this before."
Zhang Youquan heaved a heavy sigh.
"She's someone we simply can't afford to offend. In the future, if you see her, remember to take a detour."
Zhang Youquan then ordered his two-thousand-dollars-a-piece bodyguards to leave. Luckily, they hadn't arrived too late; otherwise, they really would have offended the God of Wealth. Hoping to make a windfall in the future would have to wait for the next life.