Lin Tian glanced at Dong Qian several times and whispered, "She doesn't look old at all, almost like a woman in her early thirties. Isn't it inappropriate to call her 'Auntie'?"
"She's the same age as me!" Zhou Xinlan said annoyed.
Of course, Dong Qian overheard Lin Tian's words.
She originally thought Lin Tian was rather rustic and looked down on him a bit, but now he suddenly seemed much more appealing to her.
"Xiao Lan, your nephew is really sweet-talking." Dong Qian laughed.
Embarrassed, Zhou Xinlan said, "Actually, he's usually quite clumsy with words."
Soon, they arrived at Dong Qian's house.
Dong Qian's house was located in the most famous and upscale Lishui Garden District in Baishui Town, where the rooms cost thirty thousand per square meter, so a modest one hundred square meter house would cost around three million.
But Dong Qian's apartment wasn't small; it was a large two-hundred square meter flat!
One could imagine how wealthy Dong Qian's husband was.
