The aunt upstairs used my charging station for half a year, and I was responsible for all the electricity bills. I couldn't help but remind her, but she rolled her eyes and mocked, "Your electricity is not expensive, so why are you so stingy that you have no friends?" I suppressed my anger and smiled, and didn't argue anymore. Starting from the next day, I drove to the 4S store to charge my car every day, rain or shine, and I didn't step back to the charging station in the community for half a month. Fifteen days later, the property manager sent multiple WeChat messages, followed by a long list of crying emoticons, saying that the aunt could not find a charging place and was anxious to complain, and begged me to be lenient. I stared at the screen and replied coldly, "It has nothing to do with me." I was used to pushing the envelope, so I should have paid for it myself.
