In the sales center of yunshan villa, Zhang Dong's sneer became even more obvious when he saw Qin bei pretending to be on the phone.
"Brat, stop pretending. No matter how many calls you make, a house in yunshan courtyard isn't something a poor guy like you can afford!"
His mother-in-law, Chen Meilan, had also lost her confidence in Qin bei. She pointed at Qin bei's nose and scolded, ""Qinbei! What the hell are you doing? I'm so disappointed in you! It's fine if you're poor, but if you don't have the ability, why are you in the limelight?
Zhang Dong looked at Qin bei with disdain, then said to su qingying, " Qing Ying, this kind of man is not only useless, but he also likes to pretend. I really don't know what you see in him. Am I not as good as him? "
