The people and cars in the complex are separated, and all the residents" cars are in the underground garage.
But today, after I walked for only five hundred meters, I saw luxury cars worth millions of dollars.
Many of them belonged to the company's partners.
The residents complained to the property management company. When I opened my phone to take pictures, I found that there were a lot of messages in the group chat.
The property management company tried to explain, but the problem was not solved. At this moment, explanations are useless.
Before the parking problem could be solved, a large group of reporters rushed to the entrance.
The security guards on duty were overwhelmed.
I quickly dodged behind the greenery as I saw a group of people carrying cameras about to collide with me.
The noisy discussions were deafening.
"Are you here to catch the adulterer too?"
"Are you here for the same reason? Are we talking about the same person?"
"The building in District D? What a coincidence, we are going there, too!"
A group of people walked towards the residential area, and only then did I nervously return to the sidewalk, patting my chest.
How could they be after a guy in my residential area?