"Hey beautiful, give us a chance, our Young Master Le loves making friends. To be honest, he's extremely wealthy. Whatever you want here, our Young Master Le will cover it all!" At this moment, a lackey next to Young Master Le, possibly trying to flatter him, immediately bragged to Jiang Miaoke about Young Master Le's awesomeness.
The man referred to as Young Master Le seemed only about twenty-four or twenty-five, clearly a second-generation rich kid. After all, if he wasn't, he wouldn't have the money or time to hang out in a mall trying to pick up girls with two sidekicks in tow.
"Just average, being rich isn't my fault." Young Master Le had a smug look on his face.
Jiang Miaoke felt a bit annoyed seeing Young Master Le's smug demeanor. She didn't know who this Young Master Le was, but she despised this type of idle, rich kid.
"Are you really that rich?" Jiang Miaoke looked at Young Master Le, eyeing him up and down.
