The Sixth Lucky Girl Part III

Chaplu quickly half-walked, half-ran towards a modern three-story commercial building. She was angry with that taxi driver who said she would walk into the alley for a bit. But here she walked in until her legs almost gave out. Knowing this, she had better call a motorcycle taxi.

Without delay, the girl pushed the stained-glass door with the 111.5 Dark Devil radio logo sticker on it. On one side, it was an unmanned information counter while on the other side was a black grade B leather sofa set against a long glass window covered with white blinds. On the wall were pictures of various radio activities pasted into a frame without forgetting the logo of the show sponsors. Chaplu turned left and right since she did not know which way to go. Coincidentally, the door at the back opened with the appearance of a plump woman with two braids on either side. She was probably around forty years old, holding a mop like one in late-night commercials. She gave Chaplu a friendly smile and asked.