Ke Xiaomo stood quietly at the front door, looking down at the yellowed ancient tome, his gaze flitting between the pages and the elevator indicator.
As if waiting for someone.
Soon, his peripheral vision was drawn to the elevator indicator as the digits climbed floor by floor to the twelfth. Accompanied by a low buzzing sound, the elevator doors opened to both sides.
Ke Yinzhi leaned crookedly against the elevator wall, the corners of his mouth curving slightly upward.
He toyed with his cellphone, calmly stepping out of the elevator. The cold-color tone lighting from the bulbs cast shadows on the collar of his brown coat.
"So slow," Ke Xiaomo said.
Ke Yinzhi pocketed his phone and lifted the shopping bag in his right hand, smiling as he said, "Got the drinks, this trick is really convenient. I don't usually need to deal with the kiddos back home; I should learn more from you."
