Since he was usually out from early morning to late night, Qin Ziwen rarely interacted with his upstairs and downstairs neighbors.
Today's commotion, however, gave him the chance to finally meet them.
His upstairs neighbors were a middle-aged couple. The man had short hair and was slightly overweight; his wife, standing beside him, wore glasses and had a refined look. A little girl clung to the man's back, peeking her head out to timidly stare down at the floor below.
Perhaps the harsh tone Qin Ziwen had just used with his brother scared her. After their eyes met, the little girl fearfully ducked behind her father's back.
His downstairs neighbor was a man of medium build with salt-and-pepper hair. His son stood next to him, about the same height but with the youthful face of a high school student. When he met Qin Ziwen's gaze, his eyes darted away nervously.
The door to 501, the apartment opposite his, remained shut, with no sound coming from within.
