Meng Xin Zhi quickly came to open the door.
It was as if she had been waiting specially.
Yet it was also as if she had never dreamed it would happen.
Meng Xin Zhi was dressed very neatly.
Compared to when she had just gotten off the plane, she lacked only a coat, with every other article of clothing present.
The most notable difference was that Meng Xin Zhi's head was covered in bubbles.
Clearly, the girl had just been washing her hair.
Nie Guangyi found it somewhat incomprehensible how someone in this world could separate washing one's hair from taking a bath.
Bending over to wash your hair, wouldn't that tire out your back?
And wouldn't all those bubbles surely get your clothes wet?
Mr. Nie had never done something like washing his hair without taking a bath.
