Hell

Qiao Nian tried hard to remain calm as she followed Gu Zhou out of the elevator. She wanted to see what Gu Zhou was going to do today.

Perhaps she was just overthinking.

After the elevator door opened, Gu Zhou took Qiao Nian's hand and walked towards the east.

Qiao Nian stepped on the marble in her high heels. She and Gu Zhou were alone in the corridor. She looked at the approaching door and felt as if she was about to walk into hell.

And now, Gu Zhou was leading her into hell.

Qiao Nian looked up at Gu Zhou and saw that he was looking straight ahead. There seemed to be thick ink in his eyes.

She pursed her lips slightly and tried to retract her hand, but Gu Zhou tightened his grip on her.

She couldn't break free from Gu Zhou's grip at all now. She could only follow him to hell.

The path to hell was very difficult. It was clearly only sixty meters, but she felt as if she had walked for a lifetime.