"You're welcome." We stood in front of the elevator. I felt a gaze fall on us. Turning my head, I saw Zachary standing beside me. He wasn't a stranger, so I had to speak. "Are you heading downstairs, Mr. Collins?" Zachary's eyes swept over Jane before he replied, "Finished, heading to the underground car park." I understood, he was about to leave. I said, "We're also going to the underground car park. Looks like we’re headed to the same place." Just as I finished speaking, Michael suddenly chimed in, "Jane, my back is suddenly itchy, can you scratch it for me? I can't reach." This wasn't a big deal, Jane immediately helped him. "Jane, you can't reach through my coat." Michael's voice was pitiful, paired with his puppy dog eyes, making him look like a big, spoiled boy. It was hard not to feel softhearted. However, I had never liked younger boys, I was indifferent. But Jane seemed to enjoy it. She reached into his collar. "Is it here?" M
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