"How's it?"
After taking his wife on a tour up and down, Zhang Zhongquan turned around, raised his hands, and with the arc of his chin high, gave the illusion that he was the owner of this villa.
"What do you mean?"
Carrying a luxury bag she got from a second-hand platform at a huge discount, Mai Encui frowned, staring intently at her husband, her eyes full of suspicion.
"I'm asking you, what do you think of this villa?"
How's it?
Need you ask?
Four floors, an independent garage, and outside, there's a yard where you can plant flowers and sunbathe, a private cinema, wine cellar, and game room are all available. The only drawback might be that it's a bit far from downtown, and you certainly can't ride an electric bike here.
But is that the villa's problem?
No.
It's their problem.
"Didn't you say you're taking me to see a house? I took half a day off for this."
