I have ordered fresh milk for half a year, but the milk box is always empty every morning. The mysterious disappearance for several months makes me full of doubts. I tried my best to protect my milk, but I was always accurately manipulated and calculated every step of the way. When I finally found a way to protect myself and thought I could return to peace, a ridiculous complaint suddenly came to my door, dragging me into an unexpected neighborhood dispute. What was originally an ordinary neighborly relationship turned into a heart-wrenching struggle.
