Chapitre 129: 129. Make an end

Qing Chen was sprinting in the street, and as he climbed over the fence, the unhealed wound on his hand got snagged by a barb on the iron railing, tearing it open again.

The young man's expression was stern; he hadn't expected that the first thing his father would do after being released from detention was to sell their house.

When he rushed back home, he overheard an agent saying, "Don't judge this house by its shabby looks, but it's a genuine school-district house, once registered, your child can go to the nearby Los Angeles Foreign Language School. Moreover, it's so close to the school that it will only take your kid five minutes to cross the street to get there."

"Living farther away makes it inconvenient for you to pick up and drop off, cycling is unsafe, and moreover, your child can sleep an extra 40 minutes every day, which is far better than the other students."

There were six people viewing the house, apparently three couples, all drawn by the school-district attributes.