Janice stared at Lucy's fervent look and felt a little incredulous.
"How handsome is he? Is he as handsome as Christopher?" She wondered to herself.
"Well, I see. Your dream has come true. I'm going out."
Lucy was still immersed in her own daydream, so she naturally did not hear what Janice said.
Janice walked to the elevator with her bag on her back. Just as she was about to take the elevator, a figure appeared in front of her.
Janice didn't pay attention to it. She just regarded it as a colleague and nodded a greeting.
The elevator doors opened, and she walked in, followed by the figure.
She reached out to press the elevator button, but suddenly a big hand covered her hand.
Janice was stunned for a moment. She looked back subconsciously. When she saw the familiar face behind her, she couldn't help but be shocked.
"Janice, I'm back."
Janice stood there, with one of her hands still wrapped under the heavy palm, but her whole body froze.
