"No need." Ye Hao laughed.
"Sir, weren't you just about to buy this villa? Why are you like this now?" The elderly man in his seventies was anxious. He had completely forgotten his previous thoughts. If he hadn't wanted to earn a bit more, how could he have counter-bidded against that young man, in the end driving away Ye Hao, who originally wanted to buy the villa?
"It's not that I don't want to buy it, it's that you're overthinking it, sir. If you weren't trying to get a bit more, we would already be closing the deal." Ye Hao remarked.
"Yes, yes, it's my confusion. Please don't blame this old man, sir. You see, I've got one foot in the grave, and maybe in a few days I'll be at peace in the earth. Please don't argue with this old man, alright?" The elderly man anxiously said. Honestly, his boss was desperate for money, or they wouldn't sell this villa with such sentimental value.
Ye Hao heard this and looked at Lin Ruyu.
