Qiao Yin heard the girls' conversation clearly and could guess why they were looking at her and why they shook their heads.
She touched her face with a bit of amusement, thinking that staying swollen like this might not be too bad.
She didn't continue to watch the spectacle. The crowd around the elevator blocked her view, so she had no choice but to take the escalator.
As she ascended slowly on the escalator, her view broadened. As her position rose, she couldn't help but look towards Lu Lingche in the center of the crowd, only to find that Lu Lingche was looking up at her again.
Qiao Yin's fingers clenched slightly. What was going on? She had looked at him twice, and both times he had caught her.
No, she couldn't look anymore. No matter how handsome he was, she mustn't look!
She withdrew her gaze, got off the escalator, and hurried into the elevator.