Tang Feng looked up and realized he had already arrived home without noticing.
"Yeah, is there a problem?" he turned to Han Xiaoxiao.
"No problem, just... I just feel..." Han Xiaoxiao looked at the row of low self-built buildings in front of her, not knowing what to say.
She had assumed that with Tang Feng's current wealth, he would definitely be living in a large villa.
Or at least in a high-end community.
But these rows of low-rise self-built buildings didn't seem to fit his billionaire status at all.
"It's cheap here," Tang Feng provided a very reasonable explanation.
Han Xiaoxiao immediately burst into laughter at his comment, "You're really odd. When you were poor before, you were quite generous; now that you're rich, you've become stingier and stingier?"
"Was I generous before?" Tang Feng couldn't remember any such thing.
