"Thank you...."
The documents in Nanxi's hands were suddenly yanked away. She looked up, startled. The man who had dropped the documents had already picked them up. He said his thanks again before quickly leaving with the documents in hand.
Liao Feifei exhaled slowly, standing up and said somewhat helplessly, "Looks like we'll have to wait a while for the elevator again."
"....."
Without hearing a response, Liao Feifei furrowed her brows. Noticing that Nanxi was still crouching on the ground, she called out in bewilderment, "Nanxi?"
Nanxi was momentarily taken aback, then lifted her head to meet Feifei's gaze.
She came to her senses.
"...Oh!" Nanxi stood up, her eyes flashing slightly, her throat feeling a bit dry.
"Nanxi, what's wrong? You look so pale." Liao Feifei grabbed Nanxi's arm, her expression full of worry.
Nanxi was stunned. She touched her face, then shook her head. "I'm okay. Probably... probably just tired."
