Liu Qing still did not agree to Xiao Wen's request. He had not cultivated the habits of a capitalist yet. He felt that it was a little disrespectful to let a former colleague be his servant.
There was nothing embarrassing about rejecting him. He said it directly and laughed it off.
Xiao Wen was a person who had no hope at all. Even if she couldn't get it, she wouldn't be disappointed. It would not affect her mood.
After the meal, Liu Qing brought her to his new home in Hongjing Garden under her strong request.
Xiao Wen's envy was written all over her face, and the way she looked at Liu Qing changed.
In her eyes, anyone who owned such a big house in a first-tier city was definitely rich.
For these workers, a house was a symbol of their true identity. It was more of a symbol of their identity than a luxury car.
Those who had squeezed into the dormitory with many people had their yearning for a big house engraved in their bones.
