A Handbook of Happiness for Small Farmers

Chapter 738
He tugged at the door panel to confirm that the office was locked, turned around and raised his eyes to look at the person carefully, "Excuse me...?"

The brilliance in front of my eyes was bright, but there was no one in the empty corridor.

He quickly ran to the elevator in two steps, but saw that the floor display was down to the second floor—the parking lot.

(End of this chapter)