As the manager of Tianlong Mall, Wang Zhuo was a man accustomed to grand scenes. He naturally recognized the Liuu Family's prestigious VIP card; it was definitely a symbol of status.
How on earth did Qin Jiang get his hands on something like this?
"What prestigious VIP card?" Liu Zixian quickly stepped forward and spoke, "Uncle, how could this guy possibly be a VIP of the Liuu Family? You're thinking too much!"
"This guy is just trash straight out of jail! His family is so poor they can't even lift the lid of their cooking pot! Look at him, could he be a VIP of the Liuu Family?"
Upon hearing this, Wang Zhuo said sternly, "Zixian, you can't just say things like that!"
Liu Zixian sneered.
"Uncle, I've known him for several years, we were high school classmates. How would I not know if his family had any wealth? He's just been released from three years in prison! He's probably having a hard time even finding a job! Do you think he could be a VIP?"