Since the time-travel incident began, Xinglong Residential Area had become the liveliest place in all of Los Angeles City.
Simply because Liu Dezhu lived there.
First came the paparazzi, in droves, and then there was a fire in the building.
No sooner had the fire been dealt with than many households began to renovate their homes, only to be confronted with a succession of luxury cars.
McLaren, Porsche 918, Lamborghini, Mercedes G63....
All the locally owned luxury cars in Los Angeles City put together probably wouldn't equal the sum of those parked beneath Liu Dezhu's building.
Liu Dezhu stood at his doorstep, gazing out at the swarming crowd of more than a dozen classmates, at a loss for words.
An auntie going downstairs to buy groceries nearly jumped out of her skin upon seeing this group. She composed herself and turned to one of the dashing young men, "Young man, what's the occasion? You all seem so happy this early in the morning."