"Come over to my place. By chance, Fu Bowen is also here."
Fu Bowen, the workaholic, spending time at home with his wife?!
Well, actually, with him around, she felt the conversation would go better.
Businessmen, after all, are always interested in profits.
If she negotiates just slightly above the market price, Fu Bowen shouldn't refuse.
Thinking this, Qiao Xiguan gladly agreed, then hung up the phone and gave Wa Da an address.
Wa Da looked at Qiao Xiguan through the rearview mirror, "Really don't want to eat something?"
"No need, I don't really have an appetite," Qiao Xiguan said.
Indeed, she had no appetite, perhaps when one is tired to a certain extent, they stop feeling hungry.
Wa Da thought for a moment but said nothing more.
The car quickly reached its destination.
A luxurious villa that was breathtakingly grand.
Qiao Xiguan had been here before, for Cheng Wanxia's birthday party, she attended once.
