At this moment, she had no time to think of anything else, her mind filled with thoughts of how to retreat back Ji Wu Shuang's body—it would surely be a disaster.
The two descended to the second floor one after another. Pan Yi Ting managed to calm down a bit and spoke, "Zhao Yu and Ji Wu Shuang were very close, as you know..."
"If he starts crying too bitterly later, remember to comfort him with me..."
"Forget it, call Yu Tie Jun to temporarily seal off the corridor, don't let anyone else in..."
When Zhao Yu learns of Ji Wu Shuang's death, he will surely cry earth-shatteringly, and then she would need to comfort him properly.
A thought flashed through her mind.
"Tonight, Ji Wu Shuang was supposed to take her to accompany Zhao Yu, now she's dead, what am I supposed to do?!"
A pain shot through her eyes, and she inwardly cursed herself for being so shameless.