The elevator quickly rose to the second floor, the doors sliding open.
Jing Haohao's legs felt weak, almost devoid of strength. It took her a while to muster the will to step out of the elevator and walk, with a measure of effort, towards the door she was directed to by the servant.
Jing Haohao stood at the door, mentally reexamining every detail of the plan she had prepared beforehand to ensure no loopholes were left. Once she was certain, she steeled herself, then raised her hand, ready to knock. But before her knuckles could touch the surface, the door was abruptly pulled open from the inside.
Jing Haohao jumped, startled. She looked up to see Liang Chen, casually dressed, staring back at her with a smile. "You're here?" he asked.
Jing Haohao did not respond, merely pursing her lips. Her hand hung by her skirt, subtly tightening its grip on the fabric as a testament to the apprehension she felt towards Liang Chen.
