Xu Zimo entered the elevator, but the moment she exited, she was suddenly grabbed from the side of the elevator and slowly dragged into the security passageway next to the elevator shaft.
The girl was somewhat panic-stricken, yet no matter how she struggled, she couldn't break free from the arms and the hand that covered her mouth.
"Shhh."
In the dim light of the security passageway, Xu Zimo recognized the voice. When the hand covering her mouth relaxed slightly, she had a chance to turn her head and saw Qing Chen's face.
However, Qing Chen wasn't looking at her; he was silently lost in thought.
Xu Zimo realized that this young man always seemed to be contemplating, never stopping.
The next moment, footsteps echoed up from the stairs below the security passageway.
Who would choose the stairs over the elevator when they have nothing better to do?
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Meanwhile, the G3171 high-speed train from Los Angeles City to Xian City North Station slowly came to a halt.
