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A courtyard was not something that could be owned with money. It was a symbol of status.

"This Jiang Qianqian, she's still pretty good," Mrs. Zheng said to her son as she got into the car.

"I didn't notice, a pair of eyes on the top of his head." Zheng Han unbuttoned his sleeves and said.

"My son is so outstanding, which girl doesn't like him? Besides, you're too slow