Mai Encui held her husband's arm and whispered.
"Learning more doesn't cost anything."
Hmm.
That's true too.
Mai Encui let go of his arm, suddenly recalling something, "Isn't Number One Yard developed by Hengsheng Real Estate?"
"What's up?"
"The boyfriend of Fang Family's daughter, isn't he supposed to be a senior executive at Hengsheng?"
Mai Encui had a good memory; Zhang Zhongquan had just mentioned it once, and she remembered.
When Zhang Zhongquan brought it up, he shared it as a joke with his wife, but now, he couldn't laugh.
There's a reason why so many people pursue luxury cars for appearances.
That kid is likely not just talking big.
"So what if he is?!"
"What do you mean so what? Even a delivery boy can get a house in Number One Yard. If he's truly a senior executive at Hengsheng, wouldn't it be easy for him to get us a place?"
"Don't you have any shame?!"
