At the same time, he also stepped into the elevator.
The signal in the elevator was not very good.
Xie Baola's voice came through the phone intermittently.
Chen Jiayan didn't catch it clearly.
So he stayed silent.
The bright light from above the elevator cast down, and his hair strands emitted a cold glint, illuminating his porcelain, refined face.
His perfectly tailored coat accentuated his slender physique, tall and graceful, with a compelling elegance.
Until the elevator stopped, he hadn't made a sound.
The elevator doors opened, and Chen Jiayan walked out.
He thought Xie Baola had already hung up the phone. As he looked up and saw the person coming towards him, his steps imperceptibly paused.
"Why aren't you saying anything? I thought you had fainted at home or something."
Xie Baola's voice came from in front of him, as well as resonating in his ear, her girlish voice tinged with a subtle electronic buzz.
