Stepping into the elevator, Wei Anning's heartbeat pounded like a drum at the thought of seeing the man she had longed for day and night, and she couldn't help but feel tense, somewhat regretting her impulsiveness.
On the metallic walls of the elevator, red numbers leaped continuously, mirroring the erratic thumping of her heart.
The 101st floor, the President's office area, was decked out in an iron gray color scheme that made the whole floor seem solemn and oppressive. The moment Wei Anning stepped out of the elevator, she was struck by the intense and strict atmosphere.
If looking up at this high-rise building from below had filled her with awe, standing here now among these elites in their business suits brought a sense of distance instead.
Leng Youchen was no longer the destitute castaway on a deserted island; he was now a king above ten thousand people, with a distinguished and lofty status, out of reach.
