The Sunny Side of Revenge
Language: en
I had just clipped the last shirt onto the drying rack when the doorbell rang. Little Zhao from property management stood at the door, pinching a complaint form in his hand. "Ms. Davis, someone reported you for unauthorized drying again." I poked my head out to look at the balcony. Three shirts, two pairs of pants, one bedsheet. The drying rack was provided by the developer, and the balcony was enclosed. "What's unauthorized about it?" Little Zhao scratched his head and lowered his voice: "Ms. Money on the fifth floor says the bedsheet you hung is too big. People can see it from…