When the elevator stopped at twelfth floor, Quincy turned around and ran towards the stairway.

He had no time to stop and strode to the twelfth floor. He slammed the elevator door and asked, "Wanda, Wanda, are you inside?"

There was no reply.

"Don't worry, Mr. Qin. It's not a big fire, and it's been burning for less than five minutes. Mrs. Qin will be fine," said York, trying to comfort him.

"What the hell do you know? Hurry up and find me some tools."

"Yes, yes." York ran away immediately.

"Wanda, answer me. Are you inside?"

There was still no reply.

He bent over the door and tried his best to open the door of the elevator with only a small gap. From inside came the suppressed low cry of Wanda. He roared, "Why are you crying? What's so scary with me here?"

"I'm talking to you. Do you hear me?"

She kept crying. He felt that she was biting her hand. She was afraid, but at the same time, she was afraid that her crying would be heard.

Lea

Looking at her like this, Quincy felt sad. He stepped forward and held Joey in his arms. "I don't allow you to think too much. The now Quincy is the same as the past Quincy. Although Wanda helped us for money, she did try her best. The most important thing is that the election for the chief will be held in less than a month. Seventeen days? The final result would be announced seventeen days later. In this period of time, since we are going to act, we have to act so that we almost believe ourselves. Only in this way can we deceive my father and everyone else."

"Is that really the reason?" Joey looked at him with her misty eyes.

"Of course." Quincy couldn't help but laugh. "You are a domestic A-lister, Joey Chu. How can you be so unconfident in yourself?"

"As I said before, my man is so excellent that I feel a little insecure," said Joey softly, leaning against his chest.

"Well, don't think too much. You can sit there for a while. I'll be back soon."