The words were meant for her alone.
Nan Jiaojiao let out an almost imperceptible huff, and before anyone around could pick up on the undercurrent between them, she lifted her foot and walked into the elevator.
Han Qi followed behind her, forcefully suppressing the displeasure in his heart, smiling and speaking to her, deliberately positioning his body to one side, his arm resting on the horizontal bar behind Nan Jiaojiao.
He glanced over at Bo Yanching.
With both these imposing figures inside, others dared not look for excuses to linger and had to step in. As the last two entered, the elevator started beeping.
"It's overloaded, President Xin, let's take the next one," someone suggested.
"Alright, then, Master Bo, Young Master Han, take your time," the man said.
The two executives hurried out, their expressions of relief and delight as if they had just dodged a bullet.
The elevator was very quiet; no one spoke, and even their breathing seemed subdued.
