Yan Yinuo and Xu Lijing both dared not let their guard down, tightly bundled up in hats, masks, and black coats that concealed their lower abdomens.
As they exited the elevator, Yan Yinuo's hand was tightly held by her mother.
Her own palm was already icy cold.
"We're here." Xu Lijing stepped forward first, noticing there were still quite a few people waiting in line along the corridor.
"Rest for a moment; it's not your turn yet." Xu Lijing's voice was low.
The mother and daughter stepped out and immediately noticed the noise outside, which was somewhat grating.
The source of the commotion was the woman whom Xu Zijin had coldly left on the chair.
The exposed pair of eyes of Yan Yinuo suddenly widened, staring at the scene in disbelief.
It's Xiaoling!
At this moment, Xiaoling's face was streaked with tears, her hair a disheveled mess, and her whole demeanor exuded a sense of helpless misery.
