His face turned red with anger, already on the verge of an outburst. Scenes like this had happened no less than ten times in the past three years.
"Calm down first," the man on the other end of the phone said. He also didn't dare to push too hard, so he continued, "Actually, we don't want to occupy your house forever. Look, since you're going to sell the house, why don't you just give us half of the sale money? Once we get the money, we'll definitely move out."
As soon as these words were spoken, Zhang Tao's eyes bulged, and he felt as if his lungs would explode with rage on the spot.
"Give you half?"
From the phone, the middle-aged man's voice continued as if it were a matter of course, "Of course. We've lived in the house for three years; we've grown attached to it."
"Besides, we paid for the renovations. You're selling the house and not even notifying us. At the very least, you should give us half of the sale money..."
