Who said neighbors in the concrete jungle necessarily have to live and die without interacting?
While Boss Jiang and Fang Qing were making marks on the sticky notes of their childhood wishes, Wu Yufei was not lonely either; the young mature woman from upstairs got off work and came over to her place with some booze.
Although the practicality of the huge terrace in the fourth-generation residences is often criticized, it's undeniable, sitting on it at night, sipping a drink, feeling the breeze is a delight.
Probably more enjoyable than spending over ten thousand dollars to watch a concert from far away.
"Will that hunk be back tonight?"
Is this the third or fourth time she's repeated the same question?
Wu Yufei felt quite helpless, "Sister Ji, he didn't take off his clothes this morning either. Why are you acting like you've been enchanted? Have some restraint, some restraint."
Joking aside,
