Because the business management office was still underground, there wasn't even a single window around the office.
In the dim light at this time, the atmosphere could be described as oppressively abnormal.
Staring coldly at his bodyguard, the next moment Song Hang couldn't help but step forward to take the microphone from him.
Unfortunately, there was indeed no buzzing sound inside, and the buttons were unresponsive.
"It seems we can't contact the outside for now."
The next moment, he turned back to Tan Ying and nodded, placed the phone back, and let out a long sigh.
"Then there's no point in staying trapped here. Let's go back up and figure something out."
Although disappointed, Tan Ying wasn't unable to accept reality and decisively made a suggestion.
Song Hang nodded silently, while he casually glanced at Fu Qian.
Throughout this time, Tan Ying appeared to attach great importance to Fu Qian's opinion, but he had hardly expressed anything.
