If Su Nanzhi had looked up, she would have seen the disbelief in the eyes of the two people outside the elevator.
Jiang Beiyu cleared his throat and shifted his gaze away, then leaned a bit closer to the young girl next to him, using his actions to convey his unfamiliarity with his parents.
Director Jiang: "..."
Mrs. Jiang: "..."
The two glanced at Su Nanzhi clad in her high school uniform, then back at Jiang Beiyu, and subsequently, a mutual condemnation regarding morality appeared in their eyes.
Jiang Beiyu maintained composure as he tugged at the corner of his mouth.
With the elevator doors remaining open for too long and someone clearly outside but not entering, Su Nanzhi looked up, puzzled, at the two middle-aged individuals.
Well-maintained and evidently wealthy or noble, they also had auspicious features, the kind associated with longevity.
It's just that their faces seemed oddly familiar.
