Picking up the phone, Jiang Man's voice was still indifferent, but her lips curved up with a faint smile, "Hmm?"
"Sister Man, I've arrived in Beicheng, and I'm right next door to your place."
"Are you kidding?" Jiang Man's eyebrows quirked up.
Yet the other end of the phone was very serious, "No joke, I bought the No. 12 villa in Rong Mansion."
Jiang Man paused upon hearing this, remembering that just a couple of days ago, when she had looked into whether Zhao Peng was a Rong Mansion homeowner, she had asked the property steward. The steward mentioned that the No. 12 villa had been purchased by a homeowner with the last name Wu.
"So it was you," Jiang Man hummed, realizing belatedly.
Wu Yingfan chuckled, "Sister Man, you've returned to the country all alone, how could you do without me, your walking wallet?"
Indeed, Jiang Man couldn't help but crack a smile.
Wu Yingfan was her best friend in the States.
