"Now, does my opinion still matter?"
"Hmm?"
Feng Ziyan was stunned. It took her a moment to realize she had misunderstood the situation; the son was paying for the house as a filial gift to his parents.
The four of them left and walked toward the next property. They had experienced the real estate agents' routine before. This time, as soon as the saleswoman began her pitch, Luu Juan turned her head to Xia Liang.
"Nestled in the bustling heart of the city, with close-knit neighbors in a harmonious and cozy community."
"Sure. It's right next to a noisy commercial district, and the buildings are packed tightly together."
"A private domain, warm in winter and cool in summer, offering an exclusive, auspiciously located waterfront property."
"Meaning it's on low-lying land, possibly next to a stinky ditch."
...
It had to be said, Xia Liang's commentary was a real mood-killer. His interpretations left everyone with no desire to buy.
