Ma Qingqing's little villa, her very own home.
This sophomore with a keen insight into the stock market was truly a genius.
Arriving outside the villa's courtyard, the gate was closed tight, and Liu Zhizhong couldn't drive in.
Gazing at the beautiful little villa, now tidied up by Ma Qingqing to be even more homely. The summer garden was bursting with life, flowers blooming riotously; compared to its initial bald and dilapidated state when purchased, the change was outrageously drastic.
Liu Zhizhong admired and cherished her deeply. With her father gone, her wisdom had enabled her to buy such a home, which was really impressive.
Anyway, Liu Zhizhong had given her all his money, she could distinguish what was hers and what was his, but Liu Zhizhong said, "What's mine is yours, don't be distant with Zhizhong."
In truth, Liu Zhizhong had no intention of claiming the money or the returns it earned in the stock market.
