As Qi Chao stepped into the elevator and pressed the floor button, someone entered behind him.
Mo Ru had shed her usual garish, nouveau riche attire, donning an elegant cheongsam paired with a dignified set of pearl jewelry. Her hair, once always in disarray, was now neatly coiled at the back of her head.
Her uncharacteristically refined appearance startled Qi Chao for a moment before he recognized her.
"What are you doing here?" His voice was cold, devoid of the slightest warmth.
Under normal circumstances, Mo Ru would have erupted in fury at such a dismissive tone. Yet today, she remained uncharacteristically calm, merely gazing at him with an unreadable expression.
Unsettled by her stare, Qi Chao's voice sharpened. "I asked you a question. Why are you here?"