Ye Yimo walked briskly between the buildings, his light blue mediation uniform jacket draped on his arms, revealing a white T-shirt with "Morning Light Neighborhood Gang" printed on it. The sweat on his forehead slid down his jawline, but he didn't care. He was still humming old tunes from decades ago.
"Yi Mo, forget about you! Aunt Zhang from Building 3 and Lao Li from Building 4 quarreled again. This time it was so fierce that even the property robot was overturned!" From the security booth at the gate of the community, Lao Zhou poked his head out, his dark face full of helplessness. Old Zhou's real name is Zhou Weiguo. It is said that he used to work in a special industry. He later retired as a security guard after injuring his leg. He usually doesn't talk much, but he has great trust in Ye Yimo, a community mediator.
"Okay, Brother Zhou, I'll go over and take a look!" Ye Yimo responded, running towards the open space between Building 3 and Building 4 without stopping. A woman's sharp curses and a man's roar could be heard in the distance. Many residents were surrounding to watch the excitement. Several housekeeping robots were beeping on the side. They tried to persuade but were ignored.
"Aunt Zhang, Uncle Li, being so angry this early in the morning is not conducive to health!" Ye Yimo squeezed into the crowd with a hearty smile on his face. His voice was not loud but had a reassuring power. Aunt Zhang, who was cursing angrily with her hands on her hips, turned around and saw it was Ye Yimo, and her tone softened slightly: "Yimo, you're here! What a shame for you to talk about this old Li! My grandson was playing with a drone downstairs, and he insisted that it was my drone that scratched his solar panel, and he demanded five thousand yuan in compensation! Isn't this blackmail!"
