In the morning, Zhang Fan came back from his run. Hua Ling was already waiting at the door.
"Wow, you're up early."
Zhang Fan threw his backpack on the ground, the thud startling Hua Ling.
Jesus, judging by that sound, it must be at least 20KG!
No wonder this guy could beat me up. Jesus, such intense weight training every morning; that explains it.
Thinking about Zhang Dongyang's identity, Hua Ling was full of admiration.
"Zhang Fan, are you free today?" Ye Yanran had walked over by then.
Suddenly, Hua Ling's eyes lit up.
"Yanran, you came too!" Hua Ling asked.
Ye Yanran gave Hua Ling a glance and then walked over to Zhang Fan, whispering, "Let's go shopping today."
Zhang Fan, lying on a chair, asked curiously, "You guys? Who else is coming?"
Ye Yanran glared at Zhang Fan, "Weng Shuang."
"Oh, she changed her mind? Didn't she say she'd come for treatment after a month?" Thinking of Weng Shuang's fiery figure, a mischievous smile appeared on Zhang Fan's face.
