Gu Yanzhi leaned lazily against Song Zhao, the surrounding environment warm and comfortable.

The movie started playing; it was a comedy, and cheerful laughter and humorous dialogue filled the screen.

Gu Yanzhi stared intently at the computer screen, occasionally taking a sip of the milk tea in his hand.

Unfortunately, the leisurely time came to an end quickly.

Halfway through the movie, there was a loud knocking on the door.

"Grandpa Li, is there anything I can help you with?" Gu Yanzhi opened the door and saw that it was Sister Li's father downstairs, fully armed except for his eyes, anxiously knocking on the door.

"Xiao Gu, it sounds like someone is breaking windows downstairs. Could you go check it out?"

He heard noises outside while he was at home. Looking out the window, he saw several people standing downstairs, holding bricks they had found somewhere, and repeatedly smashing them against the 11th-floor window.

"Okay, let's go down now." Hearing this, Gu Yanzhi didn't dare to delay and went downstairs with Song Zhao after putting on their down jackets.

I was still a bit sleepy from the warmth of the room, but I was completely awake the moment I stepped outside.

When Gu Yanzhi got up in the morning, he checked the thermometer outside. It was already below 60 degrees Celsius and would likely remain at that temperature for a long time.

In her haste to leave, Gu Yanzhi forgot to bring her gloves and hat. As soon as she stepped outside, she felt her fingers start to stiffen and her ears began to turn red. Song Zhao, being a reliable person, grabbed the hat and gloves that were placed by the door just before leaving and thoughtfully put them on Gu Yanzhi.

Grandpa Li told them to hurry down and check on him, and not to worry about him; he could walk down slowly on his own.

Moreover, he planned to go up to the sixteenth floor to chat with his two old friends and play with the children. That way, if something happened later, Song Zhao and Gu Yanzhi wouldn't have to worry about this old man.

Hearing what Grandpa Li said, Song Zhao and Gu Yanzhi hurried downstairs. When they reached the 15th floor, they could indeed faintly hear some muffled sounds of glass being smashed.

The two quickened their pace, and when they reached the 13th floor, they locked the large iron gate that they had previously placed at the top of the stairs on the 13th floor, blocking the way from the 12th floor to the 13th floor.

This iron gate was installed on the 13th floor stairwell because during heavy rains, some people would sneak in or openly rob the supplies in Building 10, out of greed for them. For everyone's safety, Gu Yanzhi borrowed the large iron gate that was specially made during his home renovation and installed it there.

Later, because everyone had been driven away and life was relatively peaceful, they forgot to lock the iron gate all the time. It seems it would be better to keep the iron gate locked from now on. Gu Yanzhi thought to himself.

When the two arrived on the 11th floor, they could see from the outside that there were indeed several people standing there, and they were several familiar faces.

As soon as Gu Yanzhi opened the window, a dark shadow flew in from the sky, heading straight for her head. Instinctively, she turned to the side, reached out and grabbed a brick, which appeared in her hand.

"What are you doing?" Gu Yanzhi asked sternly.

The three people standing outside the window were none other than Old Mrs. Wang, her son, and daughter-in-law, who had come to shout and curse outside Building 10 when their house was flooded last time. Gu Yanzhi had only heard Gu Yanlin recount their previous incident.

"Come down, we need to discuss something with you," Old Mrs. Wang said. Gu Yanzhi immediately realized this woman was someone who habitually threw tantrums. She was so ordinary, yet so confident. She seemed inherently superior, as if speaking to her was a great favor.

"Just say what you want to say. If there's nothing else, I'm leaving," Gu Yanzhi said coldly, his gaze falling on the old lady.

"Move aside the window, we're moving in from now on."

Grandma Wang still had that same attitude of "it's your honor to be staying here, you should kneel down to greet me," which made Gu Yanzhi want to roll his eyes. Unfortunately, his good upbringing made him hold back. He coldly stared at them and said, "We can't accommodate everyone, we're full."

After saying that, he prepared to close the window. Who would want to waste time here with a mentally ill person in this freezing weather?

"Miss Gu, please wait a moment," the old lady's son quickly said with a fawning smile, seeing that Gu Yanzhi wasn't buying it.

"Ms. Gu, I'm sorry, my mother is old and her mind isn't clear."

"It's like this, the windows in our apartment shattered today, and now it's drafty everywhere. We heard that the apartment on the 17th floor belongs to your family. Could we borrow it for a while? We promise to move out as soon as we find another place to live," Wang Youcai, the old lady's son, said earnestly. At least he could speak like a human being, unlike his mother.

"No," Gu Yanzhi refused directly.

"Anyway, no one lives in your house. What's wrong with letting us stay for a while? We won't touch your things." Hearing that Gu Yanzhi was still unmoved, Wang Youcai's wife got anxious and rushed forward to push Gu Yanzhi away and force her way in.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch!" Gu Yanzhi wasn't going to let her get away with it. When she tried to push again after failing the first attempt, Gu Yanzhi grabbed her wrist and twisted it behind her back, causing her to cry out in pain.

Wang Youcai couldn't stand it anymore and reached out to pull Gu Yanzhi away, yelling, "What are you doing? Let go of my wife!"

Will Song Zhao give him this opportunity?

Of course not.

Song Zhao stepped forward, grabbed Wang Youcai's hand, and, like Gu Yanzhi, twisted his hand behind his back.

Now the couple were in the exact same position, hanging on either side of the 11th-floor window.

"What are you doing? Let go of my son and daughter-in-law!" The old lady's face darkened as she saw her son and daughter-in-law being subdued in one move, and she said angrily.

Gu Yanzhi and Song Zhao exchanged a glance and tacitly released each other's hands. "Ah," "Ah."

"Oh dear, my son!"

The window on the 11th floor was already a little distance from the ice. The two men were holding onto Wang Youcai and his wife, leaving them dangling in the air. When they let go, they fell straight down. The scene was chaotic, with cries of pain from men and women rising and falling, interspersed with the old woman's shrill cries for her son.

"I am xxxx, you are xxxxxx"

"..."

When the old lady saw her son was injured, she started cursing incessantly, which annoyed Gu Yanzhi.

"Get out!" Gu Yanzhi threw the brick he had grabbed at the beginning straight out, hitting Wang Youcai's feet, just a hair's breadth away from hitting his leg.

Seeing the depth to which the brick sank into the ice, Wang Youcai turned pale with fright. He had no doubt that if the brick went in, his leg would be completely ruined.

Upon catching a glimpse of Gu Yanzhi's gaze, which seemed to look at them as if they were dead, the Wang family—old Mrs. Wang, Wang Youcai, and their two children—were so frightened that they scrambled away and ran away.

Later, Gu Yanzhi heard that their apartment window had been broken, and she originally wanted to find another apartment in the same building to continue living there. However, in less than a month, the family of three had offended almost everyone in their building, and taking advantage of this opportunity, everyone joined forces to kick them out.

Grandma Wang and her family of three found out that everyone in Building 10 had left early in the morning, leaving only the elderly, the young, and two young people inside.

They didn't see Gu Yanzhi and Song Zhao when they caused trouble last time, assuming that young people were thin-skinned and easy to bully. With everyone else away, this is a good opportunity to move in.

Little did they know that these two young men they looked down upon were actually the real big shots in Building 10, and even more difficult to talk to.