Zhang Xiaomo's body didn't react at all, but she already felt icy numbness throughout, as if even the consciousness in her mind had turned into a sticky mess at this moment.
Wu Mayun was holding her, and after about five seconds, she slowly let go.
It seemed she hadn't achieved her intended goal.
She turned around and walked towards the service desk.
"Why did the power go out?"
A moment later, a man's voice came from the direction of the stairwell, rough and gruff.
By then, Wu Mayun had already stood next to the motionless uniformed woman, letting out a faint "ahhh—" as she slowly stooped down, crouching below the service desk, her withered hand reaching out to grab the hand of the uniformed woman.
Now, Yan Junze understood why Zhang Chengjing had immediately grabbed hold of him at that moment, and why the other people in the meeting room also fell silent.
