An Xiaomian wiped the sweat from her face and forehead with a tissue at the elevator, tidied up her wrinkled clothes, all of which were done with Xiao Xiang's help.
After doing these, An Xiaomian endured the pain with Xiao Xiang's support and together walked towards the direction of the hall.
As soon as she appeared, those watching the scene at the door began to whisper in amazement. People who liked her and saw her looking so haggard began to whisper in concern, all guessing whether she was ill.
Upon hearing the discussions at the door, Shangguan Xiu knew An Xiaomian had arrived.
He looked at the watch on his wrist and realized it had only been a little over four minutes, not yet five.
He felt even stranger inside. Why was An Xiaomian so desperate for this money?
No matter what he said, she didn't oppose any of it.
An Xiaomian quickly reached the seat she had sat in before and then, with a pale face, sat down.
