"..." Trembling silence.
Gu Zixuan for twenty-six years, had never felt so chaotic within her heart.
Looking at her phone repeatedly, she could wait no longer and dialed out, "Feng Chengjin, what are you up to?"
In the tranquil night, Feng Chengjin's voice was very husky, as if he was preparing to sleep, his tone lazy, yet carrying a touch of a unique gentle smile, "Nothing much, go buy a house you like, let me know if you're short."
"..." Gu Zixuan felt even more chaotic, took a deep breath, and said, "Mr. Feng, I think we don't need to..."
"Don't need what? Is five million a lot?" Feng Chengjin turned over and lay on his side.
Gu Zixuan pursed her lips, knowing that five million was not much to him. Given his worth, he wouldn't blink an eye at giving away a mansion worth tens of millions happily.
But, she pressed her lips and insisted, "Mr. Feng, I don't think our relationship is deep enough for you to be this generous."
