Was this really prepared for her?
She couldn't believe her eyes. Had this man been quietly planning their life together without her knowing?
To say she wasn't moved would be a lie, but why was there still a trace of unease in her heart?
Shaking her little head, Gu Xiaoer dismissed those restless thoughts and asked the most pressing question, "So tell me, what's the deal with this villa?!"
"Er..." Han Luoluo opened his mouth. Just now, on the phone, he had decided he would come clean with her. But the news from the old house was really—
Xiao Er, the time isn't right yet, can you wait for me a little longer?
"Cough cough." Han Luoluo averted his gaze, steadying his voice as he said, "The house is mine through inheritance."
Gu Xiaoer was taken aback, a rich second-generation heir?
But how did a rich second-generation heir end up in such a state that they had to sell themselves?
