He stood up, walked out of the noisy barbecue shop, stood at the door, and put the phone to his ear.
"Are you free?"
"Haha, if you call, I'm always free."
Fu Zili's voice showed no signs of intoxication, after all, he was only drinking beer.
"Feel free to instruct me; I'm ready to go through fire and water."
He joked.
"Go to the Guan Mansion tonight."
Guan Mansion.
The oldest wealthy district in Sha City, mostly villas inside, completed twenty years ago, next to Sha City's first five-star hotel, with a back gate leading to the city park. Those who live there can be said to belong to the "old money" of Sha City.
Not much related to price.
In some places, it symbolizes identity and status.
The nouveau riche, truly lacking the confidence to live in Guan Mansion, not because they can't afford it, but what's the point of living there?
Guan Mansion is connected to the city park, and the park has a zoo.
What then.
Dislike the lack of animals?
To be a clown?
