"Mmm." Mu Qingli nodded and stepped to follow behind him.
This was the supermarket's basement, with the supermarket spanning ten floors above ground.
It was now a little past seven in the evening, the peak hour for finishing work, and the elevator was packed with people, a mix of sweat odors creating an unpleasant smell.
Some men were intentionally or unintentionally inching closer to Mu Qingli.
She was simply too eye-catching, and it was inevitable that some would have impure thoughts.
Mu Qingli frowned slightly, trying to avoid unnecessary physical contact, but the elevator was so crowded that it was impossible not to touch anyone at all.
All of this did not escape Fu Lanshen's notice. A hint of displeasure flashed across his stern face, and then he reached out to grab her wrist, giving it a gentle tug to pull her to his side, trapping her between the elevator wall and himself, blocking any intentional touches from others.