Damn.
A colorful yet blurry small card was stuffed in through the half-open window from the corridor.
The window was meant to ventilate the living room, only big enough for two heads, with steel bars welded in the middle, and the residents were accustomed to keeping it open all year round. Although Ji Haitao cared about security, he didn't close the window.
It would be too stuffy if he did that. Considering the many faults of this early-constructed tower block, it wouldn't make much difference.
Ji Haitao frowned and got up, staring at the small card that had fallen on the floor, pondering for half a minute.
It was occasional for small cards or flyers to be stuffed into this apartment, Ji Haitao didn't take it seriously since he couldn't afford a better place.
However, looking at this small card now, Ji Haitao suddenly felt that it was time to move.