"I'm going to the restroom."
After saying that, Huo Yuanhong rose and left the private room. He went down the fire stairs near the elevators, put on his gloves, and arrived at the elevator doors on the eighth floor.
He pressed the button for the upward elevator.
More than ten seconds later, the elevator slowly stopped at this floor. With a ding, the doors opened, revealing three men in suits and leather shoes standing inside. At a glance, they looked like corporate elites.
There was also an exceptionally well-dressed wealthy matron. Huo Yuanhong glanced at her and remembered that she was the mother of an old classmate, probably here for some parents' gathering.
They had been classmates in school, but once outside school, they became resources that might potentially be exchanged. That circle, however, was still somewhat beyond his reach; his father fell a little short as well.
Clearly, she did not remember him either. After all, no one bothered remembering a classmate of their child who had no resources worth exchanging.
Huo Yuanhong stepped inside and pressed the button for the ninth floor.
At once, all four people in the elevator looked at him.
"You're taking the elevator for one floor?"
The wealthy matron frowned. She was already running late, and the elevator stopping floor by floor had annoyed her enough. Now she saw this kid unwilling even to climb one flight of stairs, and she grew even more irritated.
Young people these days really were all fragile college students—move a little, and they could no longer walk.
The other men in suits were slightly taken aback. They took out their phones, opened a photograph, and compared it with him.
Huo Yuanhong leaned over and glanced at the picture on the phone.
Mm.
It was him, all right.
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