Fujin Building.
The building has more than twenty floors, with only a few rooms illuminated by lights. The elevator area downstairs is bathed in dim yellow light. The security guard at the door is engrossed in his phone, unaware of what he's reading, with a disdainful smirk on his lips as if looking down upon the masses.
Creek...
A car stops at the entrance, the sound of the brakes deafening.
The security guard's attention remains fixed on his phone screen, not even lifting his eyelids, silent and cold.
"What's your name?" Someone stood opposite the security guard and rudely asked.
The security guard furrowed his brows and reluctantly raised his chin.
"Police?" He was initially stunned, then hurriedly stood up, clutching his phone, slightly flustered.
"Police inspection, are you from Lixin International?" The officer asked while taking the security guard's phone.
"No, I'm not... I'm employed by Fujin's property management."
