Wen Qiao finally noticed that they had pressed the basement floor button.
If she showed any slip-up now, wouldn't it be a laughing stock? That couldn't happen.
Pretending to be nonchalant, Wen Qiao retracted the leg she had extended and stretched out the other, "Who said I was leaving? I was just tired of standing and wanted to stretch a bit."
Fu Jinghen gave her a light glance but didn't expose her.
When they reached the basement floor, the elevator doors opened, and Qin Xiang and Lin Ruochun simultaneously rushed out.
If they were to share their feelings at this moment, they would realize that their tacit understanding had reached its peak.
Never again should they stay in the same environment with Fu Jinghen and Wen Qiao.
The air was permeated with pink bubbles that couldn't be popped.
They feared they would be poisoned to death.
FS has a branch in Hang City, and Feng Li had arranged for the branch staff to bring the platform truck to Yingcheng Hotel early in the morning.
