Zhou Ying's expression grew increasingly stern as she nodded and bid them farewell.
President Duan didn't seem like a man who would be confused by a woman. Could it be true, as the young girl said, that there's something wrong with the land in the eastern part of Haicheng? Is there really a dead body there? Would one lose money by purchasing it?
Or is this President Duan's tactic?
For a moment, Zhou Ying was undecided.
At the entrance of Juxian Pavilion, Bai Chuwei poked Duan Feihan's arm and scoffed lightly, "Hanhan, you're really good at deceiving people. Whatever I say goes, right?"
You wouldn't be a little brother even if you were asked to.
As Duan Feihan's fingers caressed the silk string on his left wrist and knew Bai Chuwei was about to mention little brother again, he changed the subject, "Next Sunday is my third brother's wedding with Tong Yunrou. An invitation has been sent to the Bai Family, will you come?"
