The world of the wealthy is indeed beyond the understanding of a commoner like me!
To her, three million was enough to make her sell her dignity.
For Leng Zimo, three million a month seemed to be nothing at all.
After bringing the groceries into the kitchen and carefully sorting them into the refrigerator, Luo Xiaoqian then stepped out to tour the room.
This duplex apartment had, besides the living room, kitchen, and bathroom downstairs, two other rooms: one was a music room, and the other was a study.
Glancing at the small sofa in the study, Luo Xiaoqian curled her lip.
It seemed there was no suitable place for her to stay downstairs.
She walked upstairs at leisure.
Upstairs, there were two rooms.
One was a spacious bedroom with large floor-to-ceiling windows offering a view of the myriad lights of Beijing and the magnificent scenery of Pingan Street.
This bedroom was obviously the master suite, not suitable for her.
