C32 Masked Ball

Inside the elevator, Jiaang Lin had already pressed the button for the basement level. As Mu Tingsu spoke up, the doors had just sealed shut.

Accustomed to following Mu Tingsu's commands, Jiaang Lin hastily reached to hit the door open button, but it was too late.

"President Mu, what's the matter?"

The elevator descended directly to the basement.

Mu Tingsu had regained his composure