She had the keys to Leng Jian's home, so she took a detour to pick up her cat from there first.
When she got back home with Little Mirror in the cat carrier, she was caught off guard by a shady figure standing at her door.
This person was peering hard through the cat-eye on her door.
Zhang Lingying took out her phone to call the police, but in the next second, the person seemed to sense someone behind him, turned around, and locked eyes with her.
"Lu Jing..."
Zhang Lingying looked the disheveled, shirt-untucked, slightly booze-scented vagabond up and down.
She could hardly associate him with the Lu Jing she knew before.
No wonder she didn't recognize him at first glance; recognizing him would've been a miracle!
Lu Jing seemed dumbfounded, staring at her blankly without reacting, his eyes unblinking.
Zhang Lingying hurriedly stepped forward, just wanting to ask why he was here and why he looked like this.
