Chuxia Ling stepped out in the morning and noticed the door of the opposite apartment, 1101, wide open. A heap of new furniture was piled at the entrance, and a person stood there, directing the workers as they moved the new pieces in.
Chuxia Ling felt a little puzzled.
Although she hadn't lived here for very long, she had been here for a while and had met her next-door neighbors a few times. The residents of 1101 were a family of three, with the wife being a kind middle-aged woman. Chuxia often saw her when coming back from work, occasionally running into her as she took out the trash, exchanging nods and hellos.
What was going on today?
Without realizing it, she wandered over and peered inside. The old furniture had already been cleared out, and workers were busy setting up new pieces.
Strange, she had just bumped into the wife a couple of days ago, and after a brief chat, there was no mention of moving out.
