Old Zhou, this sly dog, even though every word he spoke seemed like he was talking about Yang Fan setting some kind of trap, the hidden implications between the lines all pointed to a different kind of "trap" directed at the body.
The beautiful young woman drooped her eyelids and muttered speechlessly, "How on earth did you two manage to get hired to do work for the bureau with such thoughts and morals? They must be blind."
"Are you still selling the house or not? If you want to buy, come with me!"
Yang Fan immediately corrected her, "Big sister, you can insult him, but my morals aren't that low."
"You're both the same, one completely black, one half black, is there any difference?" the beautiful young woman said disdainfully.
Old Zhou chuckled, "That's got to include you too."
"Yes, I admit my morals aren't high, but I'm asking you, are you buying the house or not?" the beautiful young woman shouted again.
"Buying, let's go!" Old Zhou said with a grand wave of his hand.
