"Right, right, right, let's have dinner, and later I'll show you the entertainment facilities in our community," said a man next to Ling Fang cheerfully, having just taken a big gulp of porridge and trying to ease the atmosphere.
For a moment, the room filled with the sound of spoons clinking against bowls as the people from Sheng Yuan couldn't help but start eating, while only Lu Chen and Li Chuan's groups remained seated and unmoving.
Su Mo's smile faded.
The lenses of Li Qian's glasses fogged up with steam. He took them off, pulled out a corner of his shirt to wipe them, and spoke softly, "Today in the elevator, we smelled something strange."
Aside from the newcomers, everyone else paused their eating, their expressions turning slightly unnatural.
Until a middle-parted woman sitting among the crowd spoke up, "It might be from the basement—some stored vegetables rotting."
