Fang You led his little friends to the sports park's management office, following the directions to a small two-story building. Fang You had investigated previously and knew this place was the park's service management center, but the center's doors were usually locked, with seldom a person entering or leaving, even less frequently than the security uncle on duty at the management office.
In a small park like this, although there were always a steady stream of visitors, most were residents from nearby streets, and not surprisingly, the park's staff members were also community workers.
Since everyone was so familiar with each other, there wasn't really any need to go to the management center for official business—just a greeting would suffice.
So, this address had become the fixed destination for Fang You and the others to send stuff to.
Still, transporting items like wardrobes wasn't so easy for the children.
