Xia Liang grew impatient as the barrier remained closed and honked the horn a few more times.
In the middle of a dream about taking a model home, Xiao Zhang was drooling on his clothes, a foolish smile on his face. He was suddenly jolted awake by the honking and nearly fell off his chair.
"Damn it! Who is that idiot laying on the horn?"
Xiao Zhang was a relative of the Bichen Residential Area's property manager. Used to being arrogant and aggressive, he stomped outside, ready to teach this resident a lesson for disturbing his beautiful dream. But as he stepped out, he saw a luxury car parked at the gate, one ten times more opulent than the one in his dream.
He immediately slapped himself across the face, just to make sure he wasn't still dreaming.
The sharp pain confirmed it. This wasn't a dream. This was reality, and the car in front of him was real.
