An Ziqing looked at those screaming people—at the very least they had to be twenty-five or twenty-six, and there was even one auntie-level fan, definitely in her forties or fifties, yelling along with them!
An Ziqing immediately ran toward the elevator. The doors were just about to close, and she dashed in at once.
She had just let out a breath of relief.
The elevator doors opened again.
Gu Yifeng swaggered in.
There were still lots of people inside the elevator.
Gu Yifeng greeted An Ziqing, "Did you sleep well last night?"
Then everyone turned to look at An Ziqing.
No matter how she answered, whether she slept well or not,
it felt like those women were going to tear her to pieces.
"Pretty well…" After saying that, An Ziqing cleared her throat and added, "Thanks for last night…"
As soon as she spoke, she felt like she was being sliced into a thousand pieces by their stares.
