Lin Yue returned from the company and arrived at the elevator entrance.
She saw a woman also waiting for the elevator.
The woman was holding bags of all sizes.
The bags were filled with many porcelain jars.
They probably contained something pickled.
Besides that, there were also cigarettes and tea leaves, among other things.
After the elevator doors opened, Lin Yue entered first, noticing the woman busily stuffing her various bags into the elevator.
She stepped out of her high heels and took the initiative to help the other party lift two of the tote bags.
"Thank you." The woman thanked her with a smile.
Lin Yue chuckled and shook her head, "No problem."
Then she asked the woman, "Auntie, which floor are you on?"
The woman replied, "9th floor."
Lin Yue's eyes brightened.
What a coincidence.
"I'm also on the 9th floor."
The layout here was one elevator for four households.
