Outside the "Golden Coast" towering into the Mo City skyline, an earthy yellow Fukang taxi came to a stop, and a figure quickly scrambled out and dashed towards the building.
Zhou Dagen was busy paying the cab fare when he saw Su Ziceng bypass the protective netting outside the building, oblivious to the concrete chunks and scraps of paper littering the ground.
Su Ziceng couldn't wait for Zhou Dagen; she ran alone into the elevator. The numbers leaped one after another; she could only hope now that Su Qingzhang hadn't...
The elevator's movement between floors seemed unbearably long, as though time had frozen. The "ding" of the doors opening made Su Ziceng even more tense.
She stood on the seventieth-floor platform, staring dumbfounded at the deserted area, wondering why there was no one.
