You May Have Misunderstood
Meng Mingfeng was infinitely envious, yet he did not dare get too close.
He was afraid of disturbing the owner.
"Could it be that this owner has a house here too?"
Just as all sorts of speculation ran through his mind, the phone in his pocket suddenly rang.
Meng Mingfeng hurriedly pulled it out and frantically hung up.
When he looked up, the Cullinan in front of him had gone quiet.
The door opened, and a tall figure stepped out.
"Huh, it's you?"
Meng Mingfeng stared blankly at the familiar figure before him, his mind buzzing. "It... it's Brother Zhang. So it was you."
He hurriedly pulled out a cigarette, somewhat at a loss.
He had never expected to run into his sister's classmate again, especially under such circumstances.
Anyone who drove a Cullinan was indeed the sort who could spend fifteen million on renovations.
"Let me." Zhang Yang casually took out a cigarette, glanced at Meng Mingfeng's smiling face, and handed him one.
Meng Mingfeng quickly accepted it, flattered beyond measure.
"Brother Zhang, this Cullinan truly suits your temperament."
"You really know how to talk." Zhang Yang laughed. Meng Mingfeng really did deserve to be called a self-made small business owner; he had quite the eye for people. "But isn't the timing of our meeting a little too coincidental?"
"I was just delivering materials to a client's home. I didn't expect to disturb you, Brother Zhang..." Meng Mingfeng was just about to explain.
Beside them, another door of the Cullinan opened.
Lin Jingmin got out, lightly smoothing her long hair and the hem of her skirt. There was still an indescribable lingering allure between her brows.
She stood there with her arms folded and merely glanced at Meng Mingfeng.
"Ah, th-this..." Meng Mingfeng stared at