"Stop talking nonsense, what do you mean 'again'?" Hearing the voice, Zhui Feng glared at Wang Yue from the elevator entrance, then turned toward Shang Yu and took a step back with an apologetic smile, "Boss, then you guys go on up, I'll wait for the next one."
In front of Shang Yu, Zhui Feng didn't dare to be reckless.
However, at this moment, Li Qiao's figure quietly appeared near the elevator doors.
Wang Yue originally had a face full of schadenfreude, but as his eyes flitted around casually, he was immediately stunned.
Was this Li Qiao, wearing a one-shoulder tight-fitting short sleeve top and low-rise wide-leg pants, the 'chick' Zhui Feng was talking about?
Does he have a death wish?
Just then, Li Qiao slowly stood behind Zhui Feng, her gaze passing over his shoulder and looking toward the elevator cabin.
