Ma Qingqing's small villa, her own home.
This senior in college, with her keen sensitivity to the stock market, was truly a genius.
Arriving outside the villa, the gate was closed tight, and Liu Zhizhong's car couldn't get through.
Looking at the beautiful small villa, which Ma Qingqing had made even more cozy inside, the summer garden was lively and thriving, blooming like a brocade, a stark contrast to its initial barren and dilapidated state when first purchased—it was vastly improved.
Liu Zhizhong greatly admired her and loved her dearly. With her father incarcerated, her intelligence had secured such a nice home—it was truly impressive.
After all, Liu Zhizhong had given her all his money. She knew what was hers and what was his, but Liu Zhizhong said what was his was also hers, no need to be ceremonious with Zhizhong.
Actually, Liu Zhizhong didn't plan on keeping the money or the profits from the stock market for himself.
