Outside the elevator, the man's pupils contracted fiercely, his eyes blue to the point of transparency.
Ziyi's voice was very light. Before those four words could reach the ears of others, they had already dissipated into the air.
But the man opposite heard them.
Or perhaps, those four words had been echoing in his mind all along, never stopping.
"Miss, what's wrong?" Ayuan quickly shielded Ziyi behind him, while casting a displeased glance at the few people outside the elevator.
She wasn't familiar with Pei Yuanchen, but after Ziyi spoke, she too noticed that the man opposite had a striking resemblance to someone.
Ayuan's heart was filled with suspicion, but her vigilance and wariness toward the man took the upper hand.
However, Ziyi's gaze remained on the man. After a moment of disorientation and disbelief, joy welled up.
Yet, the man's gaze at her was still cold, devoid of any emotion.
The anticipation in Ziyi's heart was gradually extinguished.
