Gu Zixuan didn't know what was wrong with her. In short, seeing the elevator slowly ascend past the 14th floor, she felt nervous at the 18th floor.
Every time the elevator occasionally stopped and people got in and out, she felt nervous too.
The most depressing was seeing a courier guy wrapped tightly in his clothes; she couldn't help but step aside a bit.
When the elevator finally reached the top 42nd floor, she felt suffocated to death and quickly brushed aside her hair, almost rushing out as soon as the door opened.
Behind her, Yu Yuanshen raised his brows slightly, puzzled.
Returning to the apartment, Yu Wei was holding a knife, slicing tomatoes in the white porcelain open kitchen.
Her cutting technique was not only strange, but she also kept eating while slicing, occasionally feeding the little silhouette behind the chopping board until its mouth was full of red.
Seeing Gu Zixuan come in, she raised an eyebrow, "You came back quite quickly together."
