Meng Xi'er smiled but said nothing more. With a "ding," the elevator opened in front of them. Meng Xi'er, clutching her folder, was the first to step out.
Du Xiaorong followed behind her, watching Meng Xi'er's retreating figure, a gleam of anticipation flickering in the depths of her eyes.
Meng Xi'er arrived at door 5305 and pressed the doorbell.
Soon, a man's clear yet lazy voice came from within.
"Who is it?"
"It's me. I'm Meng Xi'er, a reporter from XX magazine. You've been invited for an interview with our magazine, may I ask if you have time now?"
"Wait a moment."
The sound from inside suddenly ceased. Meng Xi'er waited momentarily at the door before the door was abruptly opened. A cool wind scented with a hint of lemony shower gel blew out from within. Meng Xi'er gripped her folder tighter, lifting her gaze to meet that of the young man before her.
