It's night.
Meng Qianqian rested in the south wing room arranged by her second aunt for her.
As Meng Lang planned to enter through the window, Meng Qianqian quietly took a sip of warm water: "The door isn't locked."
Meng Lang pushed open the window sash, swung his long legs, and stepped in.
He glanced at Meng Qianqian with a smile: "Looking at your posture, were you specially waiting for me?"
Meng Qianqian had left home at twelve, and now it's been six or seven years. Although her relationship with Meng Lang was good, it was still estranged, let alone the fact that they were never close from the beginning.
His familiar tone at this moment made Meng Qianqian glance at him.
However, it didn't show on Meng Qianqian's face; she only quietly drank water.
"Drinking so much water in the middle of the night and not afraid of looking for the toilet?"
Meng Lang asked with a laugh.
Meng Qianqian said, "If I throw you in the toilet, then I won't need to look for it."
