She stepped down from the Bentley's back seat, taking the private elevator upstairs with him.
All the way, he held her hand, which led her, upon reaching the top floor and about to be led out, to become abruptly nervous and withdraw her hand, "Lu Shifeng, if I take the public elevator down from your side, I have to pass by the secretary's desk, right? So wouldn't your secretaries see me?" His secretaries were more than just Xie Jian; there was a whole secretarial department.
Lu Shifeng didn't let go of her, simply saying, "It's okay if they see, their mouths are very tight."
Those who can be his secretaries are not the kind to gossip frivolously; even if many among them like to chat, they're well aware of what can and cannot be transmitted.
Su Xingyu still felt worried.
Lu Shifeng glanced at her, "Here's what we'll do, I'll go out first and dismiss the on-duty secretary, and then you can seize the opportunity to go downstairs."
