At 10 a.m., Zheng Xingxian arrived at Xia Ye's villa with a rather exquisite gift bag in hand.
Looking up at the luxurious villa one could only see in real estate advertisements, the well-dressed servants coming and going, and the intricately trimmed and uniquely shaped bushes and greenery...
Zheng Xingxian took a deep breath, his smile revealing his cunning.
Sure enough, only the households with substantial family wealth had such style, even the air was better than in the suburbs.
If he could cling to someone from such a background, his future would surely be brightened tremendously.
Clearly, when he received the call from Qi Ran that morning, his regret wasn't that he couldn't see Qi Ran today, but that he missed the opportunity to visit his wealthy friend.
Zheng Xingxian straightened his white shirt meticulously and raised his hand to press the doorbell.
He wondered what Qi Ran, this female friend of his, looked like...
