Wen Tang moved closer to take a look.
The signature read: "Wen Tang" in two characters.
Bold yet handsome.
The staff member happily took the tip and left.
Wen Tang followed the man into the villa.
"Didn't you say you had rented a good house yesterday? Why did you bring me here?"
she asked.
Pei Heyan led her upstairs, "Don't you like it here?"
Wen Tang quickly shook her head, "No, that's not it."
It was that she suddenly felt unworthy.
The bare-bones cost of Pei Heyan's villa at Junyue Lanshan had already exceeded one hundred million yuan.
And that was without including the cost of the land or any of the decoration.
Add to that the collections of ceramics, calligraphy, paintings, and the decorative items on each floor, it was already impossible to assess how much the house was actually worth.
As the door opened, a large flat with excellent lighting came into view, and Pei Heyan said with his magnetic voice, "From now on, this is your room."
