When Lin Chuxia arrived at the clothing mall, a large crowd had already gathered below.
The police officers had arrived and were maintaining order.
People stood downstairs, unanimously looking up at the rooftop.
"It's strange, isn't it? Why do people always choose the rooftop of Xiyang Clothing Mall to jump from?"
"That's true. I still remember a few years ago, someone went to the rooftop to jump because he regretted divorcing his wife and went up there to threaten his wife to remarry him."
"I remember that. In the end, he didn't jump even if he was allowed to. He was such a coward, thinking he could threaten his wife by jumping. Who knew she wouldn't buy it? Then the police took him away for disturbing public order."
"That's the thing. What's happening today? It's a man again, isn't it the same guy?"
"You could say Xiyang Clothing Mall has bad feng shui. Why do such things keep happening?"
