Lu Ming returned to New City Tower and noticed a few more electric scooters parked at the entrance.

As he pushed open the door to the first-floor lobby, a young man in his early twenties was seated at the reception desk, head down, organizing documents.

Beside him stood a girl with a ponytail, bent over, adjusting the paper tray of a printer. It was jammed, and after a couple of unsuccessful tugs, she muttered something under her breath.

Chen Li came down from the second floor, holding a stack of resumes.