"Ding-dong!"
This mundane sound, at this moment, was like a heavy hammer ruthlessly smashing into Mu Anran's chest.
She was so nervous that she nearly fainted.
The elevator doors slowly opened—
There were six people inside, scattered around the space.
Two women and four men.
But, not a single one of them was Mu Shaojing!
"How could this be?" Mu Anran rushed in incredulously, "How could this be? Where is my brother? Where is he?"
"Little girl, what's the matter with you? Are you taking the elevator or not, we're all in a hurry here!"
"Exactly, it's been just us since we came up, no one else."
"Stop causing trouble. If you're riding, get on; if not, get off."
...
What Mu Anran didn't know was that there were two elevators.
As she rushed into the elevator, the doors of the other elevator at the back also opened.
A tall and slender figure walked out leisurely from that elevator and headed towards VIP Room No. 8—
