The two were arguing fiercely.
When the man with the short, salt-and-pepper hair saw someone coming upstairs, he quickly pulled them over to mediate.
Deng Guang and Qin Ziwu both turned to look at Qin Ziwen in unison.
Qin Ziwen didn't think this was something worth arguing about. "Whoever the contract says the rooftop belongs to, that's who it is. If it's not specified, then it's a public space shared by all the residents of the Gated Community."
Seeing that he was outnumbered, the short, stout middle-aged man left resentfully. "Hmph, fine. I won't lock it. With so many people in this building, let's see how you all divide it up."
After the man from the top floor left, the middle-aged man with salt-and-pepper hair greeted Qin Ziwen. "My name is Zhao Pu."
"Hello, I'm Qin Ziwen, and this is my younger brother, Qin Ziwu." Qin Ziwen nodded politely.
