Perfect World: Dreaming Back to Immortals

I can’t finish writing today. I’ll finish it at about 1 o’clock. I’ll replace the scraps. I don’t want to do this. The people upstairs are too mean. A child is stamping on the floor, thump, thump, thump, which makes people extremely irritated. He stomps all day and night. , for three days in a row, I knocked on the door many times, to no avail. I just called the police, and they became more honest when they came.

I will post the community chat records in the comment area later, so everyone can take a look at what an incredible family this is.

The police were useless afterward, so I could only buy a building shaker, and everyone was happy together.

(End of this chapter)