Qi Qingyao said, "Apart from this house, I have no money."
"If you don't have money, then just sell the house," Lu Yan said without hesitation.
Qi Qingyao, "..."
She looked at him seriously for a beat. "You can't be thinking of having me sell this house to you, right?"
Lu Yan smiled somewhat weirdly. He licked his slightly dried lips and said, "If you don't want to sell it, then think of another solution "
"Do you have any good suggestions?" asked Qi Qingyao.
Lu Yan said, "For example…"
What is it?
Qi Qingyao waited and waited.
Before he even said something, she turned to look at him.
Then, she noticed the expression on Lu Yan's face. He made as if to speak but stopped; he seemed to be having some difficulty.
His expression revealed that he had a suggestion, but he could not bring himself to say it.
She urged him.
"Say something, you!"
"For example—"