As soon as her voice fell, the surroundings instantly quieted down, and the smile on An Lan's face faded considerably.
Zhang Ya looked at this woman as if she were looking at a warrior, as Lanlan had already made it quite clear that not only could Villa No. 3 be discounted repeatedly without finding a buyer, but their property was even less likely to sell.
Yet they still had the audacity to boldly ask for fifteen million.
"And to think that we're the ones getting the bargain," An Lan said sardonically, while the woman beside her seemed completely oblivious to the irony in An Lan's words, "We're neighbors, after all; a million off is not too little, consider it making friends."
A million to make friends with her?
