Little did she know he was actually just on the second floor.
Looking up, she glanced at the man in front of her. Feng Jinglei was unsure how to respond to his question, so she simply chose not to answer.
"Good night."
After speaking, she lowered her head and quietly walked past him, heading toward the third floor.
He was holding a specialized ceramic cup, and a few seconds after she passed by him, he also started walking downstairs.
However, unlike his calm demeanor, Feng Jinglei couldn't figure it out from the second floor all the way to the third, and even after she entered her room.
Why did he come back? And judging by his appearance, there didn't seem to be any special reason for his return.
She lay down on her bed, bringing these confusions and doubts with her as she gradually fell asleep.
...
The next morning.
Feng Jinglei had a restful sleep last night, waking up with good spirits early in the morning.
After washing up, it was already seven-thirty in the morning.
