Nan Jiaojiao had only just remembered that the man who had knocked the secret signal was no longer wearing Minglun's uniform.
Could it be that she had been exposed so quickly?
The woman who sprayed perfume circled behind Nan Jiaojiao and whispered, "Little Princess."
Nan Jiaojiao stiffened.
Without turning around, the sound of high heels on the floor behind her was like a death knell.
Nan Jiaojiao tugged at Bo Yanching's sleeve, "You go in first, I'm going to use the restroom."
"Shall I accompany you?"
"No need, it's just nearby, I'll be back soon."
Seeing that she was unusually agreeable, Bo Yanching did not insist and said, "It's not far, call me when you come out, and I'll meet you at the entrance."
Nan Jiaojiao vaguely responded with a "Hmm."
She circled two floors and found a self-service café at the end of the corridor.
