"Liu Yang, where are you off to?" Song Xinxue asked casually.
"A pipe on the fifteenth floor of Building C broke. I'm going to take a look." Liu Yang scratched his head. "Are you done for the day, Xinxue?"
"Not yet. I'm delivering a gift for Manager He." Song Xinxue shook the gift bag in her hand, then suddenly thought of something. "Liu Yang, which buildings are you responsible for?"
"Buildings C and D," Liu Yang replied.
An idea struck Song Xinxue, and she handed him the gift bag. "Then could you deliver this for me? It's for a resident on the twenty-first floor. Their concierge is on leave, and they happen to be in your area."
Liu Yang paused, then took the gift bag, his face growing even redder. "Sure. Sure, no problem. Don't worry, Xinxue. I'll make sure it gets there."
"Thanks." Song Xinxue smiled and turned to leave.
Liu Yang stood there watching her walk away, grinning foolishly for several seconds before heading toward the elevator with the gift bag.
Fan Hai's apartment, twenty-first floor, Building C.
A young woman sat on the living room sofa in a slip dress, her hair loose and her nails painted bright red. She was a young model Fan Hai had recently been "dating." He couldn't even remember her name. It didn't matter; as long as he had money, he could swap her out every few days.
He ordered the woman coldly, "Go stay in the bedroom and keep quiet. I'll find you another girl in a bit, and we'll all have some fun. Make a fuss, and you won't get a cent."
The woman trembled and hurriedly nodded. "Y-yes, Mr. Fan."
The doorbell rang.
Fan Hai's eyes lit up. He sprang from the sofa and strode toward the door. Rather