"Mr. He, are you okay?"
Seeing Lord Ghost King He Jie with a pale complexion, Yu Wei almost knotted her brows in concern as she asked him again.
"Sorry, I lost my composure just now."
The Ghost King felt it quite embarrassing to act like this in front of a mortal woman. But really, it wasn't his fault at all. Having been confined in the Eighteenth Layer of the Underworld for so long, he had developed an extreme discomfort toward confined spaces, always feeling as if he had returned to that vile place of the Underworld.
"Ah, it's okay, I can understand. Some people suffer from claustrophobia, which is quite normal. But the president's office is on the ninety-eighth floor, and we're only at the sixteenth now. What should we do next?"
