In the afternoon when she got off work, Xia Yanxin impulsively visited the security room, where an older security guard was reading a newspaper.
"Uncle, excuse me for a moment!" Xia Yanxin greeted politely.
"Are you the girl who works as a nanny in 1801?" the old security guard asked as he took off his glasses.
Nanny? Cough, was that how Tang Feifei described her to others? Well, nanny it is. After all, her job wasn't much different from one.
"Yes, Uncle, I wanted to ask—what's the name of the owner of 1802? When will he return? My clothes were blown onto the neighbor's balcony by the wind."
"That... is a bit troublesome, I'm afraid I can't look it up."
"Why not? Don't all residents register with you?"
"Yeah, you're right, all owners are registered, but 1802 is a special exception!"
"Why?" Xia Yanxin grew even more puzzled. Could she really have seen a ghost?
