The elevator smelled unmistakably of alcohol.
Henry Gu looked at the number that lit up on the elevator panel and asked tentatively, "Mr. Lu, are you going to the 19th floor?"
Blake Lu unbuttoned two buttons of his shirt: "Yes, I live there."
Don't you live in Yuelan International? Henry Gu was more and more confused, but he couldn't ask any more questions. The other party was obviously not sober and had a tendency to make trouble after getting drunk. He had no choice but to follow him to the 19th floor with a baguette in his arms and watched Blake Lu open the fingerprint lock of 1901.
As the door slammed shut, Henry Gu secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but soon became worried again - living in the same building with the dean of studies could be regarded as a horror story.
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