Cen Xingyuan curled her lips in disdain and turned to look at her younger brother, who was softly expressing concern for Su Qiao. "Little Brother, is our Starry Sky Group really that vulnerable?"
"I remember that from Grandpa's generation until now, our group's stock price has kept growing steadily, right?"
Cen Mohan cast a cold glance at the three members of the Wang family, then parted his thin lips and said calmly, "It grows by thirty percent every year. The few project proposals Little Qiao just brought up were evaluated by headquarters, and their prospects are astonishing. By the end of the year, the dividends are expected to quadruple from last year."
"Based on Little Qiao's shareholding, she'll receive at least three hundred million in dividends by the end of the year. That doesn't even include the money earned by her own company."
"Wow, Little Qiao really is our lucky charm. Ever since she came, our company's been thriving even more."
"Little Brother, Little Qiao doesn't have a sports car yet. Don't forget to order one for her and give her a proper thank-you."
Cen Xingyuan let out an exaggerated gasp, shoved her brother aside, and grabbed Su Qiao's hand.
Wow, even her hands are so small and soft.
Just like Chris said, she's like a beautiful little doll.
What kind of dogshit luck does her brother have?
He came back to find a temple and worship, and ask some eminent monk for advice. He didn't find an eminent monk, but instead found such a cute Little Angel.
Oh my gosh, oh my gosh! It isn't just Chris—I want to take her home and raise her properly too. What should I do?
Cen Mohan's face darkened.
He stepped forward, pulled her away, and stood beside Su Qiao himself.
"Don't worry.