On the open-air balcony, Lin Baici leaned on the railing and gazed into the distance, the breeze that hit his face seemed to carry with it the spirit of spring as everything sprouted.
The trees planted in the community are Magnolia and Sophora, not high-end, but on the main road, two rows of French plane trees stand tall like soldiers in a parade, lush and dignified.
Feng Ting was still seriously listening to the conversation between Lin Baici and Lu Changming.
Given her social circle, the chance to interact with an entrepreneurial bigwig like Lu Changming was almost impossible, so she wanted to see how a successful person conducts themselves. But just after listening for a bit, Lin Baici decided to buy the house.
Oh my!
You really buy a house more impulsively than I buy fruit.
Feng Ting recalled the look in her eyes every time she passed by cherries in the supermarket.
"How many cherries could this villa buy?"
