Though they were curious about Meng Chuan, Chu Zhiyuan and Wang Jing both knew that they might never see this mysterious man again.
He was the sort of person who stood out most in any crowd, who drew every eye, who always seemed to shine.
Not to mention that he appeared to be the son of a wealthy family.
The next morning, when Chu Zhiyuan and Wang Jing stepped outside, they suddenly saw Meng Chuan again.
He was coming out of the three-story house next door. When he saw them, he smiled and greeted them.
"Good morning, you two."
"Old Meng, what's going on? Why are you coming out of Old King's house?" Chu Zhiyuan asked in surprise.
"After I left last night, I thought this was a pleasant place to live. I enjoyed talking with you both, too, so I bought the house next door," Meng Chuan said.
He even produced documents resembling a property deed, along with the contract.
"This..." Both of them froze.
"Old King has lived in Shuntian for years. He hasn't come back lately. How did you buy it from him?" Chu Zhiyuan asked, puzzled.
"I got his contact details, then paid him. He handed over the property," Meng Chuan said calmly.
Chu Zhiyuan clicked his tongue. "Old King used to say this place was his roots. He swore he'd come back someday."
"How many Federation Credits did you offer him, Old Meng? He agreed awfully quickly."
"I don't have any Federation Credits, so I didn't give him any."
Chu Zhiyuan's expression changed slightly. Had Meng Chuan used his family's influence to force the sale?
Had he misjudged him? The man looked so polished and distinguished, but was he a beast in human skin?
"I gave him gold," Meng Chuan continued.
He named an amount