When Mu Yangling and Qi Haoran followed Fan Zijin out, their faces were expressionless, but they were actually very confused. They had reached an agreement just like that?
From 50,000 to 20,000? Even the deposit was reduced from 20,000 to 5,000 taels?
The couple sat upright in the carriage and secretly looked at Fan Zijin's expression.
Fan Zijin had spoken too much just now. As soon as he got into the carriage, he picked up the teapot on the low table and gulped down two cups of tea. Only then did he have the time to lecture Qi Haoran. Andre had offered 60,000 yuan, but he had only lowered it down to 50,000 yuan. If not for the fact that he didn't have 60,000 to begin with, would he actually have agreed immediately?
What a wastrel!