The person hadn't come in yet. Outside, Qiao Nanchu glanced through the door.
The wind was really strong.
He strode back, put on a jacket, and then came out, "Why did you come up here?"
It was his ex-girlfriend, someone somewhat familiar.
"Just happened to be passing by this area," Zhang Zixi replied, carrying a canvas bag with her hair tied in a ponytail, looking like a student just out of school, "I still owe you for the rear-end collision repair, and since you never came looking for me, I took the liberty of stopping by."
He said, "I forgot."
The response was very perfunctory.
Same old, same old. He was like this five years ago too.
"Have you been very busy recently?" she asked casually.
His reply was precious, "Busy."
She smiled, the dimples on her cheeks shallow, "Aren't you going to invite me in to sit?"
"Just instant coffee, want some?"
She nodded.
Qiao Nanchu turned to push the door open, entered first, and Zhang Zixi followed behind him.
