The dull thumping sound made when sandals hit the tiled floor mixed together with the sharp clicking noise of stiletto heels made for an unusual yet harmonious amalgamation of noises. A pair of beauties kept walking in tandem to this noise along the brightly-lit, almost empty corridor littered with various offices on both sides before finally stopping in front of a door in the very corner of the building floor.
Yang Jingshen furtively glanced at his cousin and seeing her still wearing that expression of exasperated amusement, secretly sighed in relief. For a moment back there, he had thought he overdid it when he saw the shock on Feng Xue's face, but then she had laughed and pinched his face.
But she still hadn't said anything and he couldn't help feeling slightly on tenterhooks. After all, he had taken a gamble by assuming that Feng Xi was just like your average teenage girl, chasing idols and all.
