Having left the office, Qiao Yin entered the elevator and saw that Lu Lingche followed her inside. Quick on her feet, she pushed him out, "President Lu, please wait for the next one!"
The elevator doors slowly closed, separating the two into different worlds.
Standing outside the elevator, Lu Lingche watched the numbers descend, his expression growing unsightly.
She really didn't care about his life or death. Just a second ago, she had been tenderly caressing his face, and the next, she could ruthlessly push him out of the elevator. She even refused to ride in the same elevator as him now!
The word "trashy woman" uncontrollably surfaced in his mind.
Yet the problem was, even if Qiao Yin was a trashy woman, he still liked her, and the feeling of her playing him like a fiddle was particularly intoxicating!
After waiting for a while, the elevator finally returned. He stepped inside.
The elevator doors closed again, slowly descending.