Gao Yue indeed has a daughter, and Wang Dadong knew about it. But he was certain that the girl in the living room just now wasn't Gao Yue's daughter.
Because that girl was dressed quite plainly, her eyes filled with longing for the things inside the villa. If she were Gao Yue's daughter, she would've found such things too familiar to marvel at with such a burning gaze.
As for the identity of that boy, Wang Dadong wasn't so certain. He might be the boyfriend of Gao Yue's daughter, or perhaps just a close friend.
If not, it'd be impossible for Gao Yue's daughter to hand over the keys to the villa to him.
Wang Dadong followed Gao Yue down the stairs.
The two below had yet to dive into the heart of their conversation.
The girl, holding off the boy's advances with her hand, asked eagerly with anticipation, "Brother Liang... the bag you said you'd buy me..."
"Don't worry, I'll definitely buy it for you. It's just a Prada, my family is so rich!" the boy laughed boastfully.
