Yang Jingling kept giving Guo Long meaningful glances, silently urging him to comfort Ziyun, but Guo Long, the big blockhead, didn't understand at all.
With a puzzled face, Guo Long asked, "Director Yang, did something get in your eye? Why are you blinking so much? Do you need me to blow on it?"
Yang Jingling was speechless and rolled her eyes. This blockhead was beyond hope! Ziyun gently stomped her foot, equally exasperated.
"Now is not the time for romance. What's happening upstairs?" Seeing the awkward atmosphere, Feng Yuqiong stepped forward.
"Romance? Is anyone here talking about romance?" Guo Long looked bewilderedly at Yang Jingling, then at Ziyun and Feng Yuqiong.
Yang Jingling held her forehead, too tired to deal with Guo Long. She turned her head to Feng Yuqiong and calmly said, "Miss Feng, Mr. Qin has gone up to the twenty-second floor to rescue Miss Su."
"How is it? Is Miss Su safe?"
