And even more unlucky was the fact that when he got off work and returned home, the apartment still hadn't been repaired. The property management of this community was not as efficient as the cleaners. Although he had paid, the doors and windows remained unrepaired, with two large gaping holes, the door unable to close, and the wind howling through the 45th floor, leaving Li Pan shivering repeatedly.
Fucking hell...
"Oh, this looks like it got shelled? Broomhead, who did you piss off to deserve this...?"
Huang Dahe came over to gawk at the commotion.
Li Pan sighed, too drained to explain, his place had been cleaned out by the addicts in the hallway during the day he was gone. Although he didn't have anything of much value, someone even had the nerve to take a dump in his toilet, clogging the Water Dao! It was truly unbearable...
"Hey, come to my place."
Huang Dahe suggested.
"No, don't want to bother you..."
