"COUGH! COUGH!" Li Yuan cleared his throat and looked at Liang Jingjing, his scalp tingling. It was only 2008. Was the standard for conversation topics already so high?
A short while later, a middle-aged man in a formal suit arrived at the restaurant, looking every bit the successful businessman.
When Yang Jinming followed Li Yuan's directions and saw the two girls staring at him with odd expressions, he was dumbfounded.
"Hello, Mr. Landlord!" Qi Siyu and Liang Jingjing greeted in unison.
Yang Jinming was taken aback for a moment. Once he came to his senses, he asked in disbelief, "You're the ones who want to buy my house?"
"Mr. Yang," Li Yuan said with a laugh, "I'm the one buying it for my girlfriend."
