"Click!" The bathroom door suddenly opened, startling Lee Ji-eun like a frightened lamb, who immediately wrapped herself in a towel to protect her chest.
"Miss Lee, don't be nervous, it's me," Hong Yi said, walking in with a package, "Mr. Zhang is still freshening up, he says that if he wants to see you, you must dress up nicely."
"Is that necessary?" Lee Ji-eun was somewhat puzzled in her heart; she clearly knew why she was here today, so why would someone as assertive as Zhang Menglong care about these external things?
From the way Hong Yi described it, this young Huaxia man named Zhang Menglong seemed to treat meeting her as a very important matter, which seemed somewhat unreasonable. Even if the meeting was to be very solemn and serious, it should be she, not him, who needed to be so.
"You don't know, Mr. Zhang is a fan of yours," said Hong Yi with a laugh, "No, calling you a goddess wouldn't be an exaggeration."
