"Ack!" Zhao Youlin was caught off guard and stumbled. Her head crashed into Mu Tingfeng's chest again, and her nose suffered yet another heavy blow. It hurt so much that Zhao Youlin nearly cried.
"Are you okay?" When Mu Tingfeng heard Zhao Youlin's surprised shout, he was also shocked. He hurriedly looked down to check on Zhao Youlin.
Zhao Youlin covered her nose and said glumly, "I'm… fine. Why is this elevator suddenly swaying so badly? Why aren't the technicians here yet?"
Mu Tingfeng said nothing. Zhao Youlin's hand paused for a moment in rubbing her nose, and she finally sensed that something was wrong.
"The elevator is swaying badly, and it's definitely not a problem with the power outage. Mu Tingfeng, are you hiding something from me? This elevator…"
Mu Tingfeng still kept quiet. He just instinctively tightened his arms around Zhao Youlin.
