Speak of the devil, and he shall appear.
Zhang Lingying was still talking about Lu Jing's assistant when her doorbell rang.
She froze for a few seconds and went to open the door, only to find Lu Jing's assistant standing outside.
Seeing her, the assistant's eyes widened in surprise, and he stammered.
"Miss Zhang, you're finally home... No, you're at home, so where is my President Lu?"
The assistant anxiously peered behind Zhang Lingying, trying to find Lu Jing. Seeing that there was no sign of Lu Jing in the living room, he panicked, thinking he had lost him, and was about to rush out and look for him.
"He's asleep in the room."
Zhang Lingying grabbed the assistant by the collar, preventing him from leaving and pointed toward the bedroom.
The assistant instinctively headed toward the guest room to find him, but Zhang Lingying covered her eyes and spoke again, "He's sleeping in my room."
The assistant stopped at the door, looking at Zhang Lingying in shock.
Assistant: "..."
