Tang Beibei's phone rang again as she walked out of the school gate. It was an unknown number.
She rejected the call and said, "Are salespeople bombarding us now by calling us from different numbers non-stop?"
Fu Jin said, "It might be from a different company. I also received a call promoting real estate."
Tang Beibei got into his car and said with her chin on her hand, "Real estate prices are crazy here. Fifty to sixty thousand yuan per square meter is considered cheap. Who can afford it?"
Fu Jin didn't know whether to laugh or cry when he saw her in the back seat.
"Beibei, why aren't you riding shotgun?"
Tang Beibei explained seriously, "My husband reminded me that only the girlfriend or wife should ride shotgun. I'm not your girlfriend or wife. I didn't know that before but now that I do, I can't sit in front."
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