In the adjacent room of the apartment where my husband and I live, there is a person referred to as the "nuisance" whom no one in the neighborhood wants to look at. I always scream loudly on the mobile phone and wander around the common area, and I feel weak, living in a posture not cursed by heaven. One day, it seemed that his wife, who happens to be an official this year, was forced to go to the neighbor's room alone during the day to collect the management fees.