At the entrance of Shallow Bay community, many people had gathered, mostly residents from inside the community.
"Brother Tang, it seems like something has happened?" Xin Xiaotong glanced ahead and spoke.
"It seems so; let's go and take a closer look." Tang Zhong had also noticed the commotion, pressed the accelerator, and swiftly hastened their BMW forward.
Finally, at the community entrance, the two got out of the car and saw a black Passat parked nearby, probably worth around four to five hundred thousand yuan.
"Bro, I know who has come. It must be Old Gu's wretched son; this car is his. You should know who Old Gu is," Xin Xiaotong said through gritted teeth.
Of course, Tang Zhong knew him; Old Gu was the kind elder who brought them apples every morning. Seeing Xin Xiaotong's reaction, his son was evidently no good.
"What has his son done?" Tang Zhong asked.
