On the other side.
Zhan Nanjue glanced at the time, it was only seven o'clock.
But he felt inexplicably restless, pacing back and forth in the room.
He changed outfits repeatedly before finally settling on one, triple-checking that he was presentable from head to toe before exiting his room.
He somewhat regretted setting the meeting time so late.
There was still half an hour until seven-thirty, and every second felt like a year.
But after all, she was a girl, and working all day must have been tiring; she'd definitely need time to freshen up and dress up after returning.
He considered all the time needed before he chose what he thought was the most reasonable time to invite her out.
He pondered for a moment, pacing outside Gong Shirao's room for a bit.
She still hadn't come out.
Whoosh—
Should he knock on the door?
What if she's showering or not ready yet, wouldn't it be rude of him?
He took a deep breath and thought about going back to his room to wait a bit more.
