Wang Fan knew he couldn't refuse anymore after the conversation reached this point.
He reached out for the bag and said with a smile, "Thank you, Brother Wang. I'll start cooking once I've moved everything. I'll bring it to you when it's done."
Brother Wang then patted Wang Fan's shoulder with a smile: "That's the spirit. No need to be polite with your brother. Everyone eventually gets through the tough times. I have faith in you."
With that, he strolled back to his house.
"Oh, by the way."
Brother Wang turned back suddenly with a grin, "I have a distant cousin who's 23 this year, not bad-looking. You're the same age, how about I introduce you?"
Then he waggled his eyebrows suggestively, "Her family has sixteen apartments in the Fifth Ring."
"Sixteen apartments?!"
Wang Fan was a bit taken aback.
Sixteen apartments in the Fifth Ring, even if each one is sixty square meters, would be worth tens of millions. Rich people are indeed arrogant.
