If he sells it at such a low price, he won't even have enough for a down payment on another house.
Unable to sell the house, he could only ask Jiangli and others for help.
Tang Qi was on the verge of tears as he spoke, feeling afraid, upset, and wronged. Seeing Xia Xin looking at him, he forced a bitter smile and said, "What kind of fate is this? I thought the area was going to be redeveloped, and I'd make some money. But then, there was some horrifying incident, and before that could be forgotten, someone committed suicide upstairs, and they died in our home... Am I... could anyone be more unlucky than me?"
Xia Xin thought to himself, indeed, it was quite unfortunate.
Not knowing how to comfort Tang Qi, he could only remain silent.
At this moment, someone opened Tang Qi's front door.
Tang Qi's wife, Xu Jiajia, came in with someone.
Tang Qi and the others exchanged glances with them.
