On the other side of the door.
Jiang Xingyi and Jiang Zeyu were still waiting.
Jiang Zeyu had his legs crossed, looking casual. He had never waited for a girl before, so he didn't know that it would take so long for a girl to dress up.
Jiang Zeyu looked at the clock on the wall in boredom and yawned. "How much longer is this going to take?"
Jiang Xingyi sat on the other side of the sofa and casually flipped through the fashion magazines on the coffee table. He replied simply, "Just wait."
Jiang Zeyu pursed his lips and didn't say anything.
He turned on his phone screen, then turned it off, then turned it on again, then turned it off again. Every time the screen lit up, a WeChat message would appear in the middle of the screen.
Jiang Zeyu felt really bored, so he clicked into the WeChat dialog box and sent a message. "Don't be noisy. I'm very busy."
