The car had been turned off, and the windows shut tightly. Zhang Lingying looked at it for a while, unable to tell if there was someone inside.
This wasn't a parking lot; logically, cars shouldn't be parked overnight here. She wondered whose car it was.
Zhang Lingying stared at it for a little longer, recalling that Lu Jing seemed to have a similar car. She immediately realized she was thinking about Lu Jing again, raised her hand to knock herself on the head, trying to stop entertaining such thoughts, and turned around to enter the living room.
She had slept for a few hours and took a shower, yet ironically, she didn't feel sleepy at all. So she began tidying up the things on the coffee table, sorting out the clothes, shoes, and bags Leng Jian had bought for her, cutting off the price tags one by one.
By the time she finished tidying, the clothes in the washing machine were also done.
