"Hello, friend."
The young man's voice was clear and melodious, carrying an inexplicable rhythm, gently echoing in the spacious stairwell.
His demeanor was courteous, with a perfect amount of friendliness on his face, as if he were an acquaintance encountered at some upscale cocktail party.
Fang Cheng's eyes narrowed slightly.
He quickly recognized that this was the peculiar neighbor who lived in apartment 1803 below him.
"What a coincidence to run into you here."
The young man appeared naturally familiar, stepping forward proactively to shorten the distance between them.
"I visited your home the night before last, but no one answered. Are you usually busy with work?"
"What do you want?"
Fang Cheng did not answer the question but instead asked back, discreetly sizing him up from head to toe.
The man was wearing a high-quality, pure white shirt and well-fitted casual trousers, his figure tall and slender.
