"Finished writing."
He handed the registration book to the security guard upside down.
"Okay."
The security guard took the registration book and was about to flip it over to look, but Liu Zheng pressed it down firmly.
"The property management doesn't require you to look after registration, right?"
"Huh? There's no requirement, but isn't it the standard procedure?"
The security guard looked baffled.
Looking at what's written after registration is like making sure there's water in a fire hydrant, ensuring female contestants in women's competitions are women, and making sure artillery shells are aimed at the enemy—it's all common sense, right?
"If there's no written rule, then it's not necessary. Of course, if you really want to look, I won't stop you, but after seeing it, you'll be guilty of knowing and not reporting."
"You understand which is more serious, negligence or intentional, right?"
Liu Zheng stared into his eyes and said.
"Well, I..."
