Gu Zhihan had sent Mengmeng upstairs before turning around and heading back to his own house next door.
After circling the second floor, Mengmeng found her room.
The new bedroom was tenderly pink, very girlish, and Mengmeng loved it immensely.
There was also a French window in the bedroom. As soon as she drew the curtains, she saw the curtains of the window across are also being opened.
With the cold grey curtains slowly drawing open, Gu Zhihan's figure suddenly appeared in Mengmeng's line of sight.
Mengmeng was stunned for a moment before responding, "Honey, our room's windows are facing each other, what a coincidence!"
"It's not a coincidence." Compared to Luo Mengmeng's excitement, Gu Zhihan's expression was speechless.
After all, most of the coincidences in the world were nothing more than someone else's meticulous planning.
Because unwittingly he had overheard his parents' discussion—
Gu Dad: "Hanhan's mom, how come these kids' room windows are opposite each other?"
