Young Man, Poverty Limits Your Imagination

Lu Xiaolu had been waiting for him to ask this question. "I know that there's a property opening today. Go and buy two houses. We'll each have one. I believe that no woman can resist the temptation of a house."

Xu Dawang's expression froze. "Buying a house?"

He was a fake tycoon. Wasn't this giving him a difficult problem?

Lu Xiaolu was also a clear-minded woman. She immediately saw that he was unwilling. "Dawang, if you feel that it's difficult, then forget it..."

After saying that, she sent him a disappointed expression.

Xu Dawang hurriedly waved his hand. "It's not difficult, it's not difficult. It's settled then. We... After eating, we'll go to see the house."

Lu Xiaolu immediately beamed and kissed him on the cheek. "I knew I didn't misjudge you. Dawang, you're so good to me. I'm so touched."

Xu Dawang was overjoyed by her coaxing, but he was still a little worried. "Do you think that Ye brat will ruin my plans?"