"Meng Lu, do you think this is true?"
Hou Qianqian still found it unbelievable.
This wasn't a bag or cosmetics we're talking about, this was a house!
To buy just by mentioning it?
Not to mention a large property, even for a small apartment of forty to fifty square meters, wouldn't it still cost five to six hundred thousand?
Plus that coffee shop, it's equivalent to spending at least eight to nine hundred thousand.
A man she hasn't known for even half a month, and he directly spends eight to nine hundred thousand just for her?
What's the idea of eight to nine hundred thousand? She worked in Ferrari sales, and although her performance was not bad, even if she didn't buy bags or cosmetics for five years, she might not be able to save that much.
"Umm...."
Liew Menglu was somewhat speechless, how would I know if it's true?
I haven't even seen the guy, you're asking me, who am I supposed to ask?
