Zhou Xueyin sprinted toward the elevator, but they were all stopped at the first floor—to wait was out of the question!
She pulled open the stairwell door, ready to take the stairs up to the ninth floor.
Due to her urgency and her high heels, as she descended to the twelfth floor, Zhou Xueyin's foot slipped, almost sending her tumbling down the stairs.
Fortunately, she managed to grab hold of the handrail on the wall in time. Yet her foot was twisted so violently that she couldn't even muster the strength to stand up.
"Hello? Xiaojing… I'm in the stairwell on the twelfth floor. You go to the front desk first, check if the courier has come to pick up the package. If not, find that idiotic courier and get the package back. If it's been taken, hurry and have the front desk call the courier back, we need to retrieve that stupid delivery!" Zhou Xueyin, having no choice after her fall, called Wei Jingzhu to help her out.
