Wei Anning halted her steps, looked up, and saw the man exuding a chilly and sharp aura. With a face as cold as frost, he walked past them without even glancing sidelong at her, quickly leaving.
She stared dazedly at his retreating figure, heart wrenching with pain.
Gong Ting put a hand on her shoulder, calling her back to reality, "Shall we go in?"
Wei Anning avoided his hand, stepped away from his embrace, and walked towards the clubhouse first.
The two arrived in front of the elevator; Leng Youchen was already inside. The elevator doors slowly closed, but neither reached out to press the button. The doors slowly reopened as Leng Youchen held the button, raising an eyebrow at them, "Not coming in?"
Gong Ting's eyes narrowed slightly, he looked down at Wei Anning, and seeing her enter, he had no choice but to follow.
The elevator doors closed, the air inside froze, and no one spoke. Wei Anning stared at the frosted elevator wall, where a tall silhouette vaguely shimmered.
