Chen Zhao, Yura, Cheryl, and Blackie were all moved to luxury suites.
Blackie was very satisfied with the arrangement. At the moment, Iveline was standing beside Chen Zhao.
"Sir, are you happy with the arrangement?"
"Not bad," Chen Zhao nodded.
"May I ask when your friends will move in?"
"That's our problem."
Chen Zhao glanced at Blackie who was lying on the sofa in the near distance. The sofa was clearly depressed.
Fortunately, Iveline did not notice it, or she would definitely be scared to death.
"Alright. I wish you a nice trip here. If you need anything else, please call me anytime."
Iveline and Chen Zhao exited the room. Just then, they saw Margaret walk out of the opposite room.
"Hey, Ms. Margaret, you're staying here too?"
"Err... Hi, Mr. Chen."
Margaret did not expect to encounter Chen Zhao here.
She had been avoiding Chen Zhao precisely because she was sure that Chen Zhao had a mental problem.
