Compared to her, Gu Chaohan was quite neat in appearance.
Except for the shirt in front of his chest being crumpled from her grip, he showed no signs of dishevelment.
After letting go of her, he calmly tidied himself up, completely ignoring the panic and grievance in her eyes.
Su Yan, unable to fix her own clothes, wasted no time after gaining her freedom and immediately ran towards the elevator entrance.
Gu Chaohan did not chase after her.
She quickly arrived at her door, trembling as she reached into her pocket to feel for the key.
Yet, perhaps because her hands were shaking too violently, she couldn't find it despite searching for a long time.
Behind her, the elevator door remained open, and Gu Chaohan's gaze stayed on her, fixed upon her back, giving her a sense of being pricked.
Even without turning around, Su Yan could clearly feel it.
The more anxious she became, the harder it was to find the key.
