Yang Shuting stared blankly for a moment, and quickly moved. Her heart plopped. She said coldly: "No."

 

The surrounding atmosphere became awkward, and there was an ambiguous atmosphere.

 

Ling Weihao walked up to her at this moment, propped up on the elevator with both hands, warpped her in his arms, and looked down at her. He didn't believe that she hadn't thought about him, and she was obviously lying.

 

Yang Shuting, who was encircled inside, stuck tightly to the elevator. He approached her step by step. Now she just wanted to escape quickly, but the elevator happened to break down, which made her feel at a loss.

 

"No." Yang Shuting...