He Jiaoyang involuntarily shuddered, and after thinking for a bit, he pressed the button for a few floors above Lu Ban's.
After all, these days people don't even know who their neighbors are, let alone who lives above them.
As He Jiaoyang pondered what to do in case Lu Ban was at home, the silence of the elevator, only disrupted by the faint sound of an ad, was suddenly broken by a sentence.
"You just moved in?"
Lu Ban asked.
What a social butterfly this guy is! In these times of widespread social anxiety, who still starts a conversation with a stranger?
He Jiaoyang glanced at Lu Ban through the reflective surface of the mirror. Lu Ban's free hand was flipping through his phone, apparently not focusing on him. Relieved, He Jiaoyang replied.
"Yeah."
"The environment here is pretty good. Did you rent a two-bedroom or a three-bedroom?"
Lu Ban asked casually.
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