An Ziqi hung up the phone helplessly, she's not a child, what danger could there be going downstairs?
She stuffed the phone into the hands of the assistant behind her, and without further ado, pulled Xia Tianxing toward the stairs.
Xia Tianxing followed her into the elevator, feeling baffled.
"I watched your competition at home, do you have the confidence to win the championship?" An Ziqi asked with a smile.
Xia Tianxing shrugged, "I'm quite satisfied just making it to the finals."
The media department was on the 39th floor, and in just a few seconds, after exchanging a couple of words, the elevator stopped.
As the elevator doors opened, the lively noise of the media department immediately poured out.
The little assistant quickly stepped forward to guard An Ziqi's other side.
Xia Tianxing and An Ziqi walked into the media department's press hall together.
