Little girl, you're impressive, no doubt about it, being close to Shen Jingrou has made you equally infuriating.
"Yinyin?" An Ying looked at her daughter's dazed expression and spoke again.
An Yin stared at the man for a few seconds before exclaiming, "It's you."
Lin Yue's forehead furrowed even deeper; as expected, the girl hadn't recognized him earlier.
He spoke kindly, "Weren't you going upstairs? This elevator isn't crowded." With that, he walked towards the private elevator.
After thinking it over, An Yin concluded that the person was inviting her to ride the elevator together, then she turned to look at Ms. An, her expression seemingly asking, "Should we take his elevator?"
An Ying couldn't care much about it, seeing the elevators still going up, she finally compromised since her daughter had gotten wet from the rain, "Let's go."
"Okay."
As they moved, they could feel eager gazes following them from behind.
