Qiao Luchen smiled and said, "No, just thought it was a coincidence. Let's go up together."
Only one elevator stopped on the first floor. They walked in one after the other. Qiao Luchen pressed "18" and then turned to ask Shen Yiran, "Which floor do you live on? I'll press it for you."
Shen Yiran coldly replied with two words, "Same floor."
Qiao Luchen's smile deepened, "That's quite the coincidence. I heard there's a new neighbor next door. Could it be you?"
Shen Yiran didn't speak, his gaze fixed on the numbers rising in the elevator.
When they got off the elevator, neither of them had spoken a word. Shen Yiran walked to his door first, but Qiao Luchen didn't hurry to open his door. Instead, he stood by his own door and said to him, "Since we're so destined, Shen Yiran, why don't you come to my house and have a seat? My wife makes particularly good tea."
"Bang—" Shen Yiran unceremoniously slammed the door shut.
