Chen Zhao made a compromise with the agent. Chen Zhao would pay for a portion while the insurance would pay for the rest. Ten thousand dollars wasn't much for him, but he still couldn't vent out his anger.
"Haha…Chen, I heard your house got set on fire. Wanna come stay in my motel for a bit?"
"F*ck off! I'd rather die than live there again."
Only Ethan would talk to Chen Zhao in such an annoying way. There was no other person.
He had to go out and find a house now. Since he had to rent one, he could at least get a bigger one.
At the moment, he was at the real estate agency, communicating with the customer service. Just then, he got a call from Zola. "Chen, I heard that your house was set on fire?"
"Even you know?" Chen Zhao was surprised.
"You need to find a place to stay, right?"
"I found one already," Chen Zhao answered.