"Look, Mr. Manager, I'm telling you, those two are just trying to pick a fight with us. They're not really here to buy a house. And don't be fooled by their appearances—when it's time to pay up, they definitely won't be able to."
The mistress curled her lips, bad-mouthing Song Xiaodong and Xiao Yingying with exaggerated disdain.
The manager couldn't help but start to believe her, but since it wasn't time to make the payment yet, he couldn't just refuse to draft a contract for them.
The salesperson was genuinely afraid that the manager would offend Song Xiaodong and Xiao Yingying. She quickly stood up and pulled the manager aside, whispering, "Mr.Manager, these two are no small matter. That girl has bodyguards in her family."
"Ah!" The manager exclaimed softly. The word "bodyguards" said it all—it was no wonder they sat there so confidently.
Feeling reassured, the manager immediately went over to Qian Zhiyou and said, "Old Qian, let's go over there for some tea."
