Yet even though Yu Qingluo had grown wary, he had no strength to resist. He could only let Tang Ronglin half carry him toward the elevator.
Several times, he tried to call for help, but all his muscles were slack now. He could not even control his mouth.
A server even approached to ask if they needed help, but Tang Ronglin turned them away. Yu Qingluo desperately wanted to straighten up and ask the server for help, only for Tang Ronglin to hold him down with a little pressure.
By now, how could Yu Qingluo fail to realize he had been set up? But didn't Tang Ronglin have a boyfriend? Why would he do this?
Despair filled his heart. If he really was...
He did not know whether he was imagining it, but Lu Shiming's voice sounded behind him again, cheerfully chatting with the man accompanying him. He could not make out their words, nor could he move.
"Ding..." The elevator arrived.
At the sound of the elevator, Lu Shiming instinctively glanced back. He saw someone supporting a vaguely familiar figure into the elevator. Liang Xingyao asked, "What's wrong?"
"I don't know." Lu Shiming scratched his head, feeling a little uneasy. But the elevator doors had already closed, leaving him unable to see anything, so all he could say was, "I must have been mistaken."
Then he said to Liang Xingyao, "Brother Yao, we agreed that dinner tonight was my treat, to thank you for your help. Why did you sneak off and pay again?"
Liang Xingyao smiled gently. "You're the younger one. How could I let you pay?"
The two chatted and laughed as they headed toward the parking lot.
Meanwhile, Yu Qingchuan, who had been painting, also felt a wave of discomfort. His heart was racing, as though