The next day, Saturday morning at 11 o'clock.
"Bang bang bang!" The door to apartment 303 was knocked.
"Ha~ Who is it, so early..." Meng Lang yawned and sleepily opened the door.
"Morning... Morning!" Lin Haitang greeted somewhat awkwardly.
Unlike usual, today Lin Haitang wasn't wearing her large-framed glasses that concealed her face and was dressed in casual homewear.
Off-white jeans and a black collared sweater transformed her from a sharp-suited corporate lawyer into a gentle and approachable girl-next-door.
The simple clothes on Lin Haitang's tall figure somehow gave Meng Lang the feeling of watching a fashion model on the runway.
Remembering the other side of her he had seen on stage last night, Meng Lang was somewhat stunned.
Is this woman a chameleon or what?
"Ahem!" Lin Haitang coughed, and Meng Lang snapped back to reality.
"Morning... Morning! What's up?"
