Weakly shrinking into a corner of the elevator, Xu Xia bit her lip and crouched down.
The elevator gently bumped and came to a stop.
Ding!
Xu Xia hurriedly stood up, swiftly wiped away the tear stains from the corners of her eyes, straightened up, and turned her face to pretend to study the oil painting on the wall.
The elevator doors parted, and a tall figure stepped in elegantly in a suit, his face exuding a refined elegance—it was Shangguan Feng.
Last night, like everyone else, Shangguan Feng had stayed at the hotel. His room was on the 38th floor, and he was now ready to leave the hotel.
Seeing Xu Xia in the elevator, Shangguan Feng's eyes lit up with surprise.
"Miss Xu?"
Xu Xia had been pretending to study the oil painting to mask her emotions and wasn't in the mood to notice who had entered. Still, upon hearing his voice, she politely turned her face to him with a slight smile, despite her disinterest.
"Mr. Shangguan."
