Jiang Qian and Fang Meng were startled by Lin Zhengran's voice, both blushing for different reasons.
Jiang Qian answered her phone. The driver said, "Ms. Qianqian, I've brought the clothes to the gate. I'm right here at the guardhouse."
"I'll go get them now," Jiang Qian replied. Hanging up, she stood up and looked at Lin Zhengran, ignoring his previous question. "I'm going to get the clothes. Wait here for a moment."
"Okay, go ahead," Lin Zhengran nodded.
Jiang Qian practically fled the room. She couldn't clearly articulate her specific feelings for Lin Zhengran. She only knew she was curious, but there were different kinds of curiosity. As for whether she liked him... she definitely didn't hate him, at the very least.
After Jiang Qian left, Lin Zhengran looked at Fang Meng, who was still sitting there. Fang Meng had one arm wrapped across her chest and the other clutching her torn pants. She lowered her head slightly, her face flushed.
