As Lin Chuan entered, he simply gave him a nonchalant glance, then treated him as invisible.
Lin Chuan frowned.
The elevator closed and began its ascent.
In this relatively enclosed space, Lin Chuan stood to the side, his back against the elevator wall, with his right hand slipping into his pocket.
The other two individuals, a man and a woman, became increasingly bold.
The narrow elevator could obviously not contain their exuberance.
The man slightly moved his feet and lifted the woman around her waist. The woman let out a coquettish hum, allowing him to hold her like this, wrapping her arms around the man's neck, as if about to nuzzle up.
The elevator wasn't spacious.
With the woman lifted by her waist, her feet inevitably came close to Lin Chuan.
Lin Chuan had no interest in admiring the jade feet clad in Valentino. His gaze was locked onto the man.
2nd floor, 3rd floor, 4th floor.
The elevator kept rising, Lin Chuan's posture unchanged.