Ji Sang arrived at the TV station during the busiest time of the morning. Among a crowd of people hurriedly dressed in formal attire, Ji Sang stood out conspicuously.
Perhaps there was an important project underway, as a group of people were transporting not-so-small items. Not only the freight elevator was in use, but one of the passenger elevators was also occupied.
Faced with an elevator that could barely fit one more person, Ji Sang decisively chose the stairwell.
But sometimes, coincidences are just so peculiar.
Upon reaching the last flight, she could hear a quiet argument coming from above.
"Zhang Quan, after all this time, do you really have no clue about my feelings?"
"Zheng Xia, I've made it clear to you long ago, don't use your tactics to coerce me."
Ji Sang's footsteps halted right there.
The heels of her shoes were somewhat low today, and each step she took in this seldom-used stairwell would make quite a noise.
