Ji Ziming stood at the door, and the villa's helper, who was wearing a black and white helper uniform, quickly went up to welcome them."Sir, Madam, you're back."
"Yes."
Ji Ziming's voice was cold as he looked at qu xiujie, who refused to enter the villa."Are you going to keep standing at the door and looking at my villa? Don't you want to see the heavenly passage inside?"
"Sure, can I go in?"
Qu xiujie stood at the door, his face full of surprise.
In fact, he had long known that the man had this villa under his command and had come here for it.
He had once seen on TV that this villa had been auctioned for a sky-high price of ten figures at the Ji family's auction. It could be imagined that the luxury and surrounding equipment inside were not as simple and easy as those of a famous villa in the country.
