"Pfft! Just flashing a room card and pretending to be a resident of Platium No. 1? There's a limit to how much you can show off, you know?"
Li Yupeng sneered disdainfully, his voice thick with scorn, "But you do seem quite knowledgeable, indeed. The 18 villas in East City Platium have all gone up in price. Even with money, they're hard to come by nowadays."
He looked Mo Han up and down, noting his attire—a plain domestic brand white T-shirt that couldn't cost more than seventy or eighty yuan, wrinkled at that, paired with blue casual pants that sported a tear, and, most ridiculously, at such an event, he was wearing sandals, yes, those knockoff CROSS holey slip-ons sold on the streets for 9.9 yuan a pair.
How could such a loser live in Platium No. 1, the most expensive villa in Jiangling City?
Impossible!
"Don't believe me?"
Mo Han smiled faintly and said, "Why don't you make a call to the sales department at East City Platium and ask?"
