The sight of the four men outside the door, standing with their hands in front like bodyguards, made everyone in the courtyard pause, and then they couldn't help but want to laugh.
In this day and age, real big shots often keep a low profile unless absolutely necessary.
Those who make such a flamboyant entrance are usually not the truly powerful ones.
Soon, a man dressed in a cotton-padded jacket, looking like a wealthy person from the last century, got out of the car.
He sported a buzz cut, had an average appearance, and seemed to be around forty.
His forehead bore three wrinkle lines, his right hand twirled two balls that looked like jade, his left hand held a cigar between his index and middle fingers, and he wore a faint smile.
"This is Mr. Du's residence, right?" The man walked in nonchalantly, glancing around and smiling, "Rich people do have impressive houses!"
Du Qingyue furrowed her brows slightly, stepped forward, and said, "What do you want?"
