Qin Yinong's complexion looked somewhat unsightly.
Yet Lu Nancheng seemed oblivious to the presence of others, bowing his head and hugging her again, burying his face in the nape of her neck.
Qin Yinong pushed down a layer, then pulled her daughter into a corner without speaking.
For a moment, the only sounds in the elevator were the man's sucking and hurried breathing!
And miraculously, the elevator never stopped until it reached the first floor...
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the elevator stopped on the first floor, and Qin Yinong left without a word, taking her child with her.
At this point, Ran Tong could no longer hold back, raised her hand, and fiercely twisted at his waist before reversing the grip.
"Hiss..." Lu Nancheng winced in pain, finally loosening his grip, squinting his drunken, narrow eyes towards her, "Why are you pinching me?"
His voice was loud, tinged with interrogation and innocence, as if she were the one at fault.
