Shen Wanxing's back pressed tightly against the elevator.
The shaking inside the elevator had not stopped; it was malfunctioning!
A rapid descent halted again, and the display could no longer show the floor numbers. Shen Wanxing's cold sweat burst out as she pressed every button in the elevator.
The sensation of weightlessness and the nauseating effect of the alcohol churned in her stomach.
Shen Wanxing pressed the emergency phone inside the elevator.
No connection.
She still had her mobile phone.
Shen Wanxing pulled out her mobile phone. There was a signal. Without thinking, she dialed He Xizhou's number.
"Ah!"
The elevator jerked and slid down again, and her phone fell to the other side, face down.
She couldn't clearly see whether the call had gone through or not. Shen Wanxing tried to speak, but the alcohol had scorched her throat, making it extremely difficult to speak loudly. Shen Wanxing could only hoarsely scream, "Uncle! Help!"
