Outside the bedroom, the real estate agent He Jiale stood by the living room window, deliberately standing a bit farther from the bedroom door.
This way, when the customers opened the door, they would notice that he stood quite far away and couldn't hear what they were discussing inside the bedroom.
He Jiale valued these customers very much.
"They came in a Land Rover, and both of them seemed very sophisticated. The man may look young, but he appears to have very strong spending power,"
"The ease in his every move even gave me the illusion that he's somewhat unimpressed by this apartment, as if it's beneath his level."
"But that shouldn't be the case, right? Didn't he say he was buying a matrimonial home? After all, he will also live there in the future."
He Jiale had no idea that Cheng Zhu was not there to buy a matrimonial home, but rather a gift for someone.
The rather attractive real estate agent lifted her gaze toward the bedroom door,
