Zhao Ziyin suddenly turned around, muttering to herself, "No, I haven't memorized the script yet, and there's still a job to be done. The station is going to assign me another task next week, which I need to get on right away. How can I waste time?"
While she spoke, she nodded as if to affirm her own words. Jian Anning saw her leaving and followed, "Ziyin, wait for me!"
Zhao Ziyin didn't pay her any attention, walking faster and faster as if chased by a ghost, towards the elevator doors. When she saw that both elevators required waiting, she turned to open the door to the emergency stairs, without a word, and started heading down!
"Ziyin!" Jian Anning grew anxious. Though Zhao Ziyin always did things in a frenetic way, she had never seemed so distraught before. Without a word, she chased after her, "Ziyin, don't do this! He's not worth it, for that kind of man."
