"Uh..."
The sales team looked at the bank card in Qin Chuan's hand, and their eyes couldn't help but twitch.
Who gave him the courage to actually pull out his own bank card?
This is undoubtedly a full payment of four million, not four hundred.
Could a little puppy, a kept man, really have four million in his bank card?
No matter how much of a romantic fool Shi Qing might be, she wouldn't entrust such a large sum of money to Qin Chuan, right?
Or perhaps, did he not see the property price clearly and mistakenly thought it was four hundred thousand?
"Mr. Qin... Mr. Qin, the price of our apartment here is thirty thousand per square meter. The discounted price for the unit you want to purchase is four million," the sales assistant highlighted the price intentionally.
"I know, I'm not blind. Didn't you write it clearly on the contract?"
