This surprised the receptionist, and she stood there, instinctively turning her head to look at Zhao Cailing, only to see that Zhao Cailing's face still bore that undoubtable expression, and the receptionist's face still displayed her signature smile.
However, her smile was tinged with a bit of dryness.
Qing Qing turned her head back around and looked at Chu Dazhuang, bowing deeply to him.
"I'm sorry, sir. Please don't take it personally."
With that, she gently extended her hand, pointing towards the elevator doors.
"Please enter the elevator."
Listening to the receptionist's words, Chu Dazhuang nodded slightly, and then, taking steps forward, he followed Zhao Cailing into the elevator.
The elevator was made of glass on all sides, making the outside view clearly visible.
Inside the elevator, Zhao Cailing gently pressed the button for the twenty-eighth floor.
Soon after, the elevator began to move, and pleasing light music emanated from within.
