Wei Shaoyin looked at her and nodded with satisfaction. "Let's go."
She watched him strut out, leaving the family area and crossing through the peripheral work area. Under Wei Shaoyin's identity card, the two of them were unimpeded. The box elevator slowly rose, returning to the ground floor. Standing in the corridor of the old building, Xia Yingluo had the illusion of being in a previous generation.
The sun had shone brightly on the underground artificial landscape, but in the real world, it was already late at night and a violent storm was blowing.
Thunderbolts exploded one after another.
Wei Shaoyin frowned as he watched the corridor outside. "The weather is bad, you'll have to put up with it."
Xia Yingluo smiled relaxedly. "This is the best weather for an escape."
As soon as her words fell, a harsh alarm sounded suddenly in the building.
