Before they left, Pei Xiaoru hurried over to press the elevator button.
Suddenly, Zhang Yang felt something slipped into his palm. He froze and turned to look at Ms. Luo, who gave him a meaningful glance.
Wait, was this rich beauty, who lived in a mansion worth hundreds of millions, trying to cut out the agent?
The thought flashed through Zhang Yang's mind, but he didn't dwell on it. He casually tucked the note into his pocket.
They went downstairs together, retraced their path through COFCO Seaview No. 1, and returned to the Cullinan.
"We finally got some interior photos of the house. It's unbelievably luxurious." After Pei Xiaoru got into the passenger seat, she still looked awestruck.
Faucets worth hundreds of thousands? Kitchen appliances worth over a million?
Was this how rich people lived?
"Zhang Yang, what's your life like?" Pei Xiaoru suddenly turned to him, curiosity filling her eyes.
"I still eat three meals a day. I eat at street stalls and fancy restaurants. What, just because you're rich, are you required to live a certain way? Isn't the whole point of being rich that you can do whatever you want?"
Zhang Yang chuckled.
"You really are down-to-earth, old classmate!" Pei Xiaoru sighed. "When will I ever sell a house like that?"
Look, Pei Xiaoru didn't even dare say when she might live in a house like that. She knew it was nothing but a pipe dream.
She didn't even dare hope she'd sell one.
"If you asked someone else, they probably wouldn't have an answer for you." Zhang Yang fastened his seat belt and lowered the window halfway. Before pulling away, he took one last look at the magnificent Lujiazui CBD.
"But since you're asking your old classmate, I don't think the answer should be hard to