Mother Sun was at a loss for words.
It seemed everyone wanted to compare themselves to her.
Their family's supermarket was in a prime location and had encountered a patron.
What did Wang Cuihua count for?
Did she really think her shabby old place could sell for one or two million?
Keep dreaming.
The wife of a wealthy tycoon!
Hearing this, Wang Cuihua's eyes widened with curiosity as she asked, "What does a tycoon's wife look like? Grandma Shan Shan, have you met her in person?"
Seeing Wang Cuihua's exaggerated shock, Mother Sun snorted with contempt in her heart; such people would never turn their lives around, "A tycoon's wife looks just like us, with two eyes and a nose—I couldn't be bothered to meet her. Dingbang and Gui Mei went to sign the contract."
She was no Wang Cuihua, who had hardly seen the world.
A single wealthy wife left her that amazed.
