As soon as I got out of the elevator, I saw her pulling a suitcase alone.
She grinned brightly and knocked on my neighbor's door violently.
I called her name and the door unfortunately opened at the same time.
A man in a suit opened the door. Before I could see the man's face clearly, Joyce's hand hit the man's chest with the gesture of knocking on the door.
Joyce froze and I immediately stepped forward to pull her back.
"I'm so sorry. My friend knocked on the wrong door."
After saying that, I pulled Joyce to return to my house.
Joyce still stood in the hallway in the same gesture and raved, "Your neighbors are pretty nice, and that handsome guy's chest had good hand feel."
I covered her mouth with my hand in case the house wasn't soundproof.
I echoed in agreement, "Yes, that guy was much stronger than Chasel, who's rich but looks thin."
As soon as we sat down, she took out a small notebook and suggested that I help her check the division of the property, so as to protect my rights.
Joyce worked as a lawyer. She had seen many cases of divorce of wealthy people, so she also wanted to give me some advice.
I shook my head.