Press the button for the corresponding floor.
Nan Zhihao watched the elevator doors slowly close, pressed down on his baseball cap, and adjusted his mask, bowing his head a bit uneasily.
Beside him, a woman in her forties, dressed in a dark blue work uniform, was curiously eyeing him, seemingly puzzled as to why this young man was so fully equipped in such hot weather.
The woman must be some kind of staff in this office building.
Beside her, there was a small cart, stacked with various boxes as tall as a person, held together only by a bungee cord, wobbling unsteadily.
Two people, a small cart, and a pile of goods made the already small elevator space feel even more cramped.
Nan Zhihao was initially planning to wait until the elevator was empty before getting on, to avoid enduring scrutiny from others.
But when he reached the elevator door, the woman saw him and deliberately held the door open button to keep it from closing, waiting for him.
Benevolent person.
