While speaking, Zheng Man'er said awkwardly to Fang Haoqiu: "Young Master Fang, I'm sorry."

"That's the way my mother is."

"It's okay, if you care about it, you will be chaotic, I can understand."

Fang Haoqiu had a gentle smile on his face.

"Auntie is also concerned about your safety. From this, we can see that your mother and daughter are deeply affectionate, which is really enviable."

"By the way, Auntie, long time no see."

Fang Haoqiu took out a gold-plated business card with only a name and a number on it.

"I don't know if you still remember me, I'm Fang Haoqiu, and I'm always good friends with Zheng."

"You are Mr. Zheng's mother, so naturally you are my elder."

"In the future, if you encounter any unsolvable things in Yanjing, just give me a call."

"I will do my best next time."

"Fang Haoqiu!?"

Tang Ling was shocked and almost jumped up, the water in her eyes almost dripped out.

She remembered who this person was!

When we were in Shanghai before, we did meet each other!

"Fang Haoqiu of Yanjing Fourth Young Master?"

Fang Haoqiu smiled calmly, and said, "Auntie laughed."

"The public has indeed given me the title of Yanjing Fourth Young Master."

"But I'm just an ordinary person."

"In Yanjing, a single brick can kill several billionaires."

"Aunt, don't make fun of me."

"Don't make fun, don't make fun!"

Tang Ling was about to burst into joy.

"Haoqiu, how do you say something? It's fate to meet you from thousands of miles away! By the way, it's said on the Internet that you're worth hundreds of billions."

Fang Haoqiu smiled and said, "That's our Fang family in Yanjing. It's not bad for me to have tens of billions."

"Young and promising, young and promising!"

Tang Ling's eyes were brighter, and she admired this kind of top young man who was born in a top wealthy family from the bottom of her heart.

The most important thing is, if Zheng Man'er can marry Fang Haoqiu, wouldn't she, Tang Ling, be able to justifiably become a member of the top circle in Daxia?

After all, after spending a few days in Yanjing, a world of flamboyance, getting used to private clubs with tens of thousands of yuan for a meal, and visiting a big ancient exchange with an extra bag of tens of millions, how could Tang Ling be greedy for vanity? You can go back to your old life.

The most important thing is that these days in Yanjing, although Zheng Man'er gave her a lot of pocket money, it was only hundreds of millions, and she spent it in minutes. JrNovels.com