Xiao Qian's throat was dry, and she wanted to say something, but it was as if she had lost her voice, unable to make a sound.
Ye Chunfeng was a slow-witted person. How could he notice the change in Xiao Qian? he continued to press his weight on Xiao Qian and said, "hey, Xiao Qian, say something. If we reconcile, we'll still be brothers when we meet in the future. How about that?"
Xiao Qian's hands were clenched into fists, and large beads of sweat had already appeared on his forehead. He was trying his best to endure it, but he couldn't tell what he was enduring.
With a "ding," they reached the first floor.
The elevator door opened, and there were a few people standing outside. After seeing the two of them, the people at the door immediately had a strange look on their faces, looking at them with a disdainful and ambiguous gaze.
