If I could marry a husband like that, why would I still work as an intermediary?
I'd be willing to wear this professional outfit every day, unlocking every "map" of the house with him, stumbling and panting as I detailed every aspect to him.
Like what the kitchen is suitable for.
What the balcony is suitable for.
What the bathroom is suitable for.
That's professionalism!
Chen Jieyu actually knew that Cheng Zhu was very wicked, and he was doing this on purpose, deliberately saying such things to the agent. Therefore, she couldn't help but lightly pinch the hand Cheng Zhu was holding.
And He Jiale was indeed a good real estate agent; she knew very well that men and women have different needs.
Many men—you have to talk to them about the prestige here, the class here, saying that the residents are upper class, and the neighbors they meet are also classy people.
As for his fiancée, well, you tell her about the cozy spots.
Make her have beautiful expectations about life.
