At this moment, the elevator reached the 58th floor, opposite was the entrance to a presidential suite.
The door was ajar.
Su Qionglin was inside, screaming and crying, with Shen Xianrou's sobs mixed in between.
Bao Ziqi sat relaxed on the sofa, flipping through a magazine.
The two cousins, however, were kicking up a storm.
Su Qionglin fought desperately; she pulled out a tuft of Shen Xianrou's hair and scratched her face, though she herself didn't fare much better—Shen Xianrou had pushed her down onto the carpet.
Su Qionglin continued to curse: "Bao Ziqi, how could you do this to me? Of all people, you had to sleep with my cousin to disgust me!"
Bao Ziqi didn't even lift his head: "To me, they're all the same."
Thinking she had received affection the previous night, Shen Xianrou crawled over, clung to his leg and sobbed softly, "Cousin has hurt me! Ziqi, you need to deal with her."
