Lu Yanchuan glanced at the human-shaped ornament that had suddenly appeared on his arm and didn't deny Qiao Yi's words.
Qiao Yi let out a sigh of relief. Although Lu Yanchuan wasn't the best of people, he was reliable when it really mattered.
Qiao Xin could practically burst with anger from the look in her eyes, and Qiao Yi felt that if looks could kill, she would have been hacked to pieces by now.
However, unfortunately for Qiao Xin, all she could do was glare at her.
Qiao Yi, holding on to Lu Yanchuan's arm, strutted past Qiao Xin.
But as soon as she entered the elevator, Qiao Yi quickly shook off Lu Yanchuan's hand, as if he was carrying some sort of virus.
"Thanks for playing along just now; consider it a debt I owe you."
With her back turned to Lu Yanchuan, he simply hummed noncommittally. Qiao Yi took it as agreement and, as soon as the elevator stopped, she bolted out without looking back.