Jiang Yan's brow furrowed ever so slightly.
The visitor was none other than the chairman of the Shallow Bay homeowners' committee and the admin of the homeowners' group chat, a forty-year-old divorced bachelor, Zhang Qiming.
She didn't have much interaction with Zhang Qiming; they had merely added each other on WeChat when she completed the property purchase and moved in.
It was he who had added her to the Shallow Bay homeowners' group chat.
At this moment, to say he looked greasy was more a visual impression than anything else.
The weather was too hot, and there was a water outage, making all of Zhang Qiming's hair stick together, slick and plastered to his head.
His face, flushed from the heat, was also greasy, both on his face and neck.
If one were to swipe a hand over it, it might even be possible to fling off a handful of oil and sweat beads.
The man lingered outside her door for a few seconds before picking up his phone to make a voice call to her.