At night, for some unknown reason, water kept coming down upstairs and hitting the windowsill all night. Since I couldn't see which one it was, I had to close the doors and windows tightly and endure it.

At dawn, I couldn't hold it anymore. Looking at it after 6 o'clock, it turned out that it was going up to the second floor. He rushed forward and knocked hard on the door, but no one responded. No one was at home.

I was working in the morning and was thinking of calling the property management company to complain. I actually received a call from the property management department saying that downstairs complained that we were dripping water. Holy shit, what look, is that us???