Mu Xiangwan's heart was warm and full as she sat in his arms, her pale fingers fiddling with the buttons on his shirt, her face radiating an uncontainable happiness. "How long have you been preparing this gallery? When did you start planning it? By the way, where did you get so much money?"
Although the newlywed gift was impeccable, the questions in her mind piled up like small mountains.
In a place like Beijing City, where every inch of land comes at a premium, it was already challenging enough for him to buy an apartment. But now, he had actually managed to open a gallery in such a bustling district!
He didn't secretly sell an organ, did he?
