When Jiang Ruolan saw the security guards walking towards her, his attitude towards her was apparent, but she did not make it difficult for him. For a company like Xian Group, it was not surprising that the security was very tight.
Jiang Ruolan nodded her head, "Alright, I will go to another floor, but can you please tell me when the meeting will stop? I actually came to deliver lunch for President Xian."
Judging from the security guard's clothes, he should be from the Criminal Police. He looked at her coldly, as if she were the caretaker of the president's house, and said in an indifferent voice. "I don't know, the timing is up to the president. Not everyone can come here."
Jiang Ruolan cursed inwardly at this brat's cold attitude.
She glanced at the security guard in a perverted manner, then turned around and pressed the elevator button.
