Wang Deming led everyone into the small villa with a smile on his face.
Upon entering, it was a living room with rather decent decor, and all the household appliances were from big brands.
"Oh? This chair is made from huanghuali wood!"
Sun Yaoyao sat on the sofa chair, saying with some surprise.
She was quite shocked. She always heard that the rural areas were very poor, but now it seems, they are quite rich!
She wondered whether this old man had embezzled anything.
"Young lady has a good eye! This set of furniture was bought when I was young. Back then, these things weren't worth much.
Later on, they seemed to become quite valuable. I also have a canopy bed made of little-leaf red sandalwood."
Wang Deming said with some pride.
"Wow, that's very precious too!"
Sun Yaoyao expressed her amazement.
However, Wang Hao thought that half of her amazement was probably just an act.
Sun Yaoyao is very high in emotional intelligence, likely satisfying Wang Deming's vanity.
