After work, Su Qiao had only been waiting for a few minutes when Du Muhan changed into his own clothes and hurried over, his footsteps slightly rushed.
He wore a gray-and-white diamond-patterned sweater with a white shirt and khaki pants, giving him an elegant, cultured air.
After exchanging a few brief words, the two of them got into Du Muhan's Land Rover.
Following Su Qiao's directions, the expression in Du Muhan's eyes grew increasingly strange.
Only when the car stopped in the underground parking lot of an upscale residential complex nearby, and the two of them walked toward the elevator as if they knew the place by heart, did Su Qiao finally realize something.
"You... live here too?"
"Mm."
After entering the elevator, Du Muhan pressed the button for the twenty-eighth floor, then looked at Su Qiao.
"I live on the eighteenth floor."
Not only did they live in the same residential complex, they even lived in the same building. One on the eighteenth floor, the other on the twenty-eighth. What a coincidence...
"When did you move here?" Du Muhan asked curiously.
He had lived here for nearly three years, yet he had never run into her.
Or perhaps... was it because he had never paid much attention to the people and things around him before?
"I only moved here recently. I bought the place a while ago, but it was being renovated. After that, I left it empty for an entire summer to get rid of the smell of formaldehyde."
Su Qiao reckoned that the original Su Qiao and Du Muhan were both people who were not particularly interested in anything besides work. They also left early and returned late, and even on their days off, they preferred to stay curled up in their own little homes. That was