Sister Ma's skeptical gaze swept over Jiang Chuan once more.
A plain T-shirt, jeans washed countless times.
And an ordinary pair of sneakers.
These kinds of clothes are definitely from a street stall, even I wouldn't wear them.
Sister Ma took another careful look at Qiu Qianyu, thinking to herself, such a pretty girl actually chose a man like this, who looks like a country bumpkin, as her husband?
What was she thinking?
If it were me, I definitely wouldn't choose a man like this.
This kind of man looks like a poor guy, there's no way he's rich, maybe, two hundred thousand is all his savings.
Thinking that the other party could only buy a car for two hundred thousand at most, Sister Ma immediately lost interest.
A two-hundred-thousand car, for all the service and assistance, you end up with hardly any commission.
Just then, two more people suddenly walked into the auto dealership.
These two were a man and a woman.
