Sleep Pods and "Rats"

He Qiu was browsing through the relevant "inside information" when he suddenly heard movement outside his front door.

A set of somewhat familiar footsteps—

Before the other person could approach and knock, he had already gotten up and left the bedroom, quickly heading for the front door to open it.

Sure enough, it was an old acquaintance.

Still wearing that familiar suit—who knew whether his wardrobe was packed with identical outfits—Director Wang, Wang Dansheng, stood at the door with a broad smile. He had just straightened his tie and was about to knock when the door in front of him opened directly.

"Director Wang, long time no see."

He Qiu poked most of his head out from behind the door and greeted him first. His attitude was fairly warm, but judging by the way he was blocking the doorway, he clearly had no intention of letting the visitor inside.

"Qiuzi, who is it?"

"Ah, it's nothing. Mom, just carry on with what you were doing. An old friend of mine came by. We're just chatting for a bit."

Seeing his reaction, the visitor, reunited with him after more than a month, could not help but laugh bitterly. "All right, all right, Little He, look at you. I'm just here as a messenger to pass along a word. Didn't you notice I didn't even bring a gift?"

He clearly had no particular intention of entering either.

Especially since, after circulating his inner energy, He Qiu still could not detect anyone else following behind him on the floors above or below this residential building. He simply stepped outside and chatted with the man in the hallway.

After all, although Old Wang from next door had handled most of the arrangements for his parents' leave and departure back then,

in the past, messengers