Li Peifeng let out a long breath, feeling rather enlightened.
"Su Yumei."
At this moment, Zhao Qingge also saw the caller ID displayed on the screen, mechanically turning her head to look at the woman in the elevator, or rather—Su Yumei.
Su Yumei was also looking at her, as was Su Yumei's son with his big, distinct eyes, and Su Yumei's husband was blinking and looking at her too.
"..."
The scene was extremely awkward!
At this moment, Li Peifeng didn't know what Old Zhao was thinking, but he sensed a very complicated scent...
"Maybe, this is what social death smells like?"
"Zhao Qingge, you totally deserve this!!"
Li Peifeng was secretly delighted, gloating over her misfortune.
Time in the elevator seemed to freeze for about four or five seconds, at least for Zhao Qingge, it was completely frozen, as if encased in eternal ice, but as four or five seconds passed, it was like spring returned, the snow melted, and she came back to life, suddenly full of energy.
