Ironically, the man behind her still didn't know better and spoke up, "It seems our fates are quite intertwined, such a rare elevator malfunction, and it happens to be when you and I are together."
"Shut up!" His noisy voice was like that of a green parrot, squawking incessantly, driving her crazy.
Song Weiyi turned around angrily, glaring fiercely at the man.
It was a pity that he had good looks, but was such a pain otherwise; who knows how many innocent girls had suffered at his hands.
Perhaps it was because of running into him that her luck had turned sour, causing even an elevator malfunction to occur.
Song Weiyi, feeling depressed, lowered her head and began searching for her phone in her bag.
"Little Hot Pepper is particularly amusing when she glares; her eyes are far more pleasing than her temper," Sheng Jinsen said, stroking his chin with a lecherous tone.
The corners of Song Weiyi's mouth twitched, and she really felt the urge to hit him.
