C90 It Definitely Won't be You, Jie Zhijiang.

Inside the elevator, Ling Chen looked at the brown-haired woman, Pi Ying, who had pressed the button to close the elevator. His eyes suddenly turned cold.

"What do you mean? Can't you see that we're going out?"

"I'm sorry, we're in a hurry!" Before Pi Ying could say anything, Feng Qian, the curly-haired woman, spoke up first