The soldiers in the hallway lowered their heads in unison, staring at the tips of their own feet.
Only then did Lu Tingyan, still carrying her, slowly walk toward the elevator.
Bai Su was about to lose her mind.
With so many people watching, she didn't even dare make a sound, hoping that by playing dead, no one would notice her existence.
But every step was a bone-deep torment.
The soldiers could smell the refreshing scent of peach drifting through the air, but none of them dared to raise their heads even an inch.
The aura of death hung over their heads. Everyone knew what kind of fate awaited those who looked up and saw something they weren't supposed to see.
One soldier, head bowed, could only see a pair of overwhelmingly oppressive black military boots striding powerfully past him.
The long trench coat was pushed up into a small bulge, revealing a delicate, fair toe that was almost translucent.
