After taking a few deep breaths, she pressed the doorbell.

"Ding dong - ding dong -"

Soon, a woman who looked like a nanny opened the door.

She looked at Jiang Di and asked doubtfully: "Who are you?"

"Hello, I'm here to visit Mrs. He, and I brought her her favorite Cantonese dim sum."

Jiang Di raised his hand and showed the nanny the snack bag that He Wei bought on the way.

Although the nanny looked at Jiang Di with disdain, seeing that she knew his wife's preferences and that she was probably his wife's friend, she warmly welcomed her in.

This bag of snacks is more useful than the access card.

Jiang Di thought as he stepped into the door.

Walking into the villa, the smooth and shiny marble floor reflected Jiang Di's figure. She immediately saw the extremely luxurious living room, with complicated lighting hanging from the ceiling, emitting a cold light.

The nanny who welcomed her in led her to sit on the sofa, "Please wait a moment, I will call my wife to come down."

After a while, heavy footsteps sounded on the spiral staircase, and a slightly rough voice came from the stairs.

"Let's see who brought my favorite snack."

Jiang Di turned around and saw a plump lady wearing gold and silver jewelry walking towards her.

This person must be the wife of Qiangye Group.

When the man walked a few steps away from Jiang Di, he suddenly stopped and his dark face suddenly changed expression.

"Why are you here?!"

Jiang Di was very puzzled by her sudden change of attitude, but he didn't think much about it and quickly stepped forward to say hello:

"Mrs. He, these are the snacks I went to the Cantonese House to buy for you. It's not respectful."

After saying that, he respectfully handed the snack bag forward.

Snap——

Mrs. He raised her hand and knocked the snacks and bag to the ground.

She stared straight at Jiang Di, with undisguised anger in her eyes.

I heard Mrs. He snort coldly: "Do you really don't remember me?"

Jiang Di was puzzled, staring at the face of the person in front of him and looking at it carefully.

Suddenly, a flash of lightning flashed across her mind, and she covered her mouth with her hand in disbelief.

"You were...that day...at the Venice nightclub?"

"Humph, that's right."

Mrs. He put her hands on her hips, and the memory of her death suddenly began to attack her.

That day, she was happily going to a nightclub to have fun. She met a tall and handsome male model at the door of the bathroom. Before she could touch her, the ungrateful woman in front of her came out halfway and ruined her good deed.

The male model is the second best. After all, she goes to nightclubs so many times and just watches the handsome guys dance and doesn't really do anything to them.

The most important thing is that this woman also mocked her, making her very embarrassed in front of her friends.

When I think about this, I get very angry!

"Who let her in? Get her out!"
Chapter completed!