"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh—," A multitude of complex gazes converged on the calm and collected Tang Song.
A 360 square meter row-end suite, plus decoration, that would be worth 20 million!
That truly was an easily liquidated high-quality asset.
Qian Chengjun took a deep breath, his gaze flickering uncertainly, his heart thumping wildly.
His niece's boyfriend might be even more impressive than he had imagined; he belonged to the top echelon of Yan City.
Suddenly, he felt a surge of regret.
When his second sister had asked to borrow money from his family, he should have lent it cleanly and smoothly.
That way, if there was ever a need to ask for a favor later, he would have been able to open his mouth to ask.
Qian Guimei and her daughter exchanged glances, both seeing the shock in each other's eyes.
Lv Feifei pursed her lips, gazing at Tang Song's handsome profile, her gaze somewhat dazed.
The situation seemed a bit beyond expectation.
