Jian Anning was just about to answer when the elevator doors opened, and several people walked in. The elevator was already not very spacious, and with a few more people entering, Yu Zexiao, afraid of being recognized, could only stand in the corner next to the wall to avoid being seen.
When they reached the ground floor, he asked again, "How come that man is here?"
Jian Anning hadn't spoken yet when someone in the lobby glanced at him.
Yu Zexiao, who started as a singer, had a very distinctive voice. In the lobby, he almost got recognized, which frightened him into quickly turning his head and pretending to look outside.
Jian Anning smiled, didn't say anything, and walked to the payment desk, handing over the bill. The doctor took the bill, glanced at it, stamped it, and prepared to process the payment, "That will be 5,000 yuan."
Jian Anning glanced at the person behind her, and Yu Zexiao, without any fuss, took out his wallet, but didn't have enough cash.
