Regardless of Shen Xi's identity, for the concierge, anyone who arrived by helicopter to play was either wealthy or noble. Thus, he could not allow Shen Xi to experience any grievances under his service.
Furthermore, in the situation earlier, right after stepping out of the elevator, someone came rushing toward them. Both parties should bear some responsibility for the collision.
"Hey, you're just an insignificant concierge. Do you consider yourself worthy enough to apologize to me? You, apologize to me..." As the girl pointed her imperious finger at Shen Xi, she froze, and a glimpse of panic flickered in her eyes.
This girl was none other than Jiang Xue, who had just returned from abroad after undergoing plastic surgery.
Jiang Xue's heart raced, fearing that her true identity would be discovered by Shen Xi.
