Ye Huan swept a cold gaze over them, but had no inclination to mess with these old men and women who were practically knocking on death's door. It was enough to make them afraid, so they wouldn't gossip again.
He looked at Ma Zhiqiang's female secretary and asked, "Do you have any small villas suitable for two people to live in, something cozy?"
"Huh?"
The female secretary was dumbfounded.
He had already bought a villa worth over 200 million, and it wasn't enough? He wanted to buy more?
The idle rich playing with villas—oh, how simple and unpretentious their lives are...
The female secretary's professionalism was obviously commendable. She recovered swiftly from her shock, took out some documents and examined them carefully, then said, "Mr. Ye, there's a small villa on the outskirts of the area, B-09, built alongside a mountain, with beautiful scenery and fresh air. It should meet your requirements."
