Fu Jichen heard a sound and turned around, not recognizing the person at all, so there was no question of remembering or not remembering.
He showed no expression. The woman felt a bit awkward, tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and tried to jog his memory: "I'm a resident of the 20th floor. We ran into each other in the elevator that night, you probably don't remember." She took the opportunity to introduce herself, also wanting to know his name, "Hello, I'm Ni Yiqiong."
The man's response was beyond her expectations. He did not follow up by introducing himself, he simply glanced at her indifferently, "Anything?"
Ni Yiqiong was momentarily stunned, unsure of how to respond.
If it were previous times, she could have said she made too many pastries and came to give them to him, using it as a topic starter, but she hadn't made any pastries today.
The pastries at home were piling up like a mountain.
