Soon, the two arrived on the 24th floor.
The moment they stepped out of the elevator, a soft, warm light washed over them.
Between the elevator doors and the apartment entrance, there was a potted plant. Lin Jiang didn't know what species it was, but it looked expensive.
The front door was ajar, and they could hear voices from inside as they stood at the entrance.
"This unit is one of our featured properties. It looks like someone else is viewing it right now," Zhao Fangfei explained to Lin Jiang.
"Mm."
Pulling open the heavy double doors, Lin Jiang was stunned by the apartment's sheer size and luxurious decor.
Even though he had tried to picture a 681-square-meter apartment, the reality far exceeded his imagination.
Lin Jiang suddenly understood a certain truth: you can't even begin to imagine the lives of the wealthy.
An emperor really doesn't plow his fields with a golden hoe.
