Chapter 900

otsteps, wondering if there was any juicy gossip."Mr. President, you called us"Mr. Chen, the manager who entered the room, was about forty years old. He was thin and tall, looking somewhat malnourishe...Old White was chuckling over the phone again, "Alright, you busy yourself. Come back as soon as you can. It's not safe out there, it's different from home..."ai Zhenhai finally, with a heavy heart, picked up his phone and dialed the real estate agent's number.The intermediary heard that he was willing to sell, and hurriedly contacted Mr. Wu. After a meetin...