Ye Yan and several saleswomen couldn't stop laughing.

No one went to take Ye Fan's things. Everyone thought there would be no results, so they were too lazy to waste time and energy.

Only one male salesman came forward with a hesitant expression: "Sir, do you really want to buy a house?"

Shen Biqin pulled Ye Fan's arm and smiled bitterly: "Ye Fan, let's go."

Ye Fan looked at the salesman: "Go, swipe your card and go through the formalities."

The male salesman hesitated for a moment, and finally took Ye Fan's ID card and bank card to apply.

But in less than a minute, he ran out again, out of breath, and returned the ID card to Ye Fan:

"Mr. Ye...I'm sorry, you can't buy a house."

"This ID card doesn't work...it really doesn't work..."

Hearing this sentence, Auntie, Ye Yan and several saleswomen burst into laughter:

"I knew I didn't have any money in my bank card, but I still bought a villa."

"It's so embarrassing to pretend, pretend, and be exposed."

"If you're going to humiliate yourself, why don't you gnaw at your old age? Just buy a house for your mother and some sugar water..."

A bunch of people laughed at Ye Fan and Shen Biqin.

This mother and son are so funny.

"No, no, no..."

At this time, the panting male salesman shouted:

"It's not that Mr. Ye has no money, it's that he has Peach Blossom No. 1 in his name."

"He has been restricted from purchasing..."
Chapter completed!