Qian had confronted this stubborn guy for a long time.
Yu Minglang, this stubborn stone, refused to let her go no matter what, whether she hit or cursed him. He just stood at the door, unmoving.
Qian, exhausted from hitting, glanced around angrily and finally noticed the house was quite large.
It had stairs, barely any decoration, just floors and walls, and even an echo when speaking. There was almost no furniture.
But it still couldn't hide the essence of this guy being a rich man.
Qian snorted, speaking with irritation.
"Aren't you just back from demobilization? What can that salary do? You must be corrupt, right? This two-story building isn't cheap, is it?"
"Two floors, with a small rooftop garden... It's currently vacant. The total construction area is 210 square meters, purchased with my personal earnings."
Why are you using such a serious tone to tell someone about this! Qian suddenly remembered.
