Looking at the rather generous desk, the group of people's eyes were red. What kind of luxury car or mansion was as weak as this desk? It was a "luxury" worth one hundred million! "
But at this time, old Ye said something unbelievable, "I won't sell it."
Looking at the confused eyes of the people around, old Ye smiled.
"This is my son-in-law's thing. How can I sell it? Although the price you offered is very high, it is still not higher than our son-in-law's friendship. Every time I see this job, I want to see Jonson."
But old Ye was rich? Of course, it was lacking. This kind of thing could never be satisfied. An ordinary desk could be sold for one hundred million. In the past, he would sell it no matter how hard he tried.
But now it was different. Seeing what Zhuangchengren had done and Allen Petersonwanted to buy the desk at such a high price, he felt that the will left by Alice must be left here.