Yan Huan's hesitated, then she pressed the button for the thirteenth floor and stood at the corner of the elevator. Her delicate eyebrows frowned gently.
Why is he here?
It's Lu Yi...
Why is Lu Yi here?
She had been married into the Lu family for three years. Although she didn't have much time to see Lu Yi, she could remember his voice very clearly. Even two lifetimes later, she could still remember, his voice that was born to be devoid of emotional.
She lowered her head after pressing the button, and she held the bag in her hand tightly, trying to make her presence smaller. Fortunately, Lu Yi was not a meddlesome person. Without much curiosity, he wouldn't care about a stranger like her, and the door opened. The man beside her exited.
And her stress dissipated.
The door was closed again but it was going down. Until it reached the first floor, then she realized that she had pressed the thirteenth floor but forgotten to press hers.
