Upon hearing this, Zhong Qiaohui and Gu Nuan understood that he wanted to lead them to the roof of the building.
Zhong Qiaohui remembered: "How tall is this building?"
"Eighty-seven floors."
Although it's not as tall as the world's tallest building, maybe just half of it, but eighty-seven floors, this height, for generally trained women, is a very terrifying height. Because if they went to the roof, if they needed to escape, wouldn't they have to use something like a high-altitude rope to leave?
Oh my god. Zhong Qiaohui suddenly wanted to hug her head: "Are we going to a circus performance?"
Wei Changqing glanced at her disdainfully.
Gu Nuan told him: "Don't mind her yelling, she's just pretending, she's actually Mu Guiying, afraid of nothing."
Zhong Qiaohui made a face. Who else would know her best but sister Gu?
Wei Changqing's face, resembling a black cat sheriff, indeed darkened a bit due to Miss Zhong's prank.
