When Jin Zaijing went downstairs, she happened to meet the landlord and his wife returning from a walk. She lowered her head slightly, said hello to the two old people, and planned to pass by.

Just as she started, she was stopped by one of the old ladies.

"Son, Zidong, is he feeling better?"

"Guilty?"

She looked at the two old men, and her eager eyes expecting an answer showed that the two greeted Han Zidong not out of verbal greetings, but because they were really concerned about Han Zidong's condition.

Didn’t it mean that Han Zidong just moved here more than half a month ago?

Is the relationship between him and the landlord actually so close?

The old man continued: "That kid Zidong always smiles at everyone and can open a studio. We thought he came from a good family, but we didn't expect that the kid was a foreigner.

He came to our country to work when he was just an adult. While working and pursuing his dream, he must have suffered a lot, but fortunately everything has come through."

This is the perspective, the different perceptions brought about by different positions, Jin Zhaijing thought.

When young people like her see Huang Quancan's series of articles covering Han Zidong, they will only think that Han Zidong is very powerful.

The comics are well drawn and the operation planning is very innovative, but few people think deeply about the hardships of Han Zidong who went abroad to work at the age of 20.

Thinking that their group was forced to suspend their activities in Japan early, Kim Zai-kyung nodded and said: "It is really hard to be away from home in a foreign country. He drank some hangover soup and should be sleeping now."

"That's good. You young people should also pay attention to your health. Drinking too much alcohol is not good for your health."

"Yes, I think so too."

"As a girlfriend, you should always give more advice."

"Guilty?"

Realizing that the two old men had misunderstood, Jin Zaijing hurriedly waved his hands: "I'm not his girlfriend."

The two old men looked at each other and smiled, neither taking it seriously.

"We understand, this is called ambiguity."

"That's right, it's just ambiguous."

"No, I just sent him back to rest." Jin Zaijing continued to explain.

"Old man, have you ever seen a woman who sends a man home late at night and runs up and down making sober soup?"

Another old man pursed his lips, indicating that this is what he was looking at.

Jin Zhijing's explanation is even more weak.

However, the two of them had already achieved the purpose of greeting each other, so they had no intention of further explaining to her. They just passed her and planned to go home and rest.

When the old lady passed by, she specially warned: "When you come here next time, just ask me to open the door. Pay attention to safety when you go back. Your home is not far from here."

“It’s not too far, only about ten minutes’ walk.”

Jin Zaijing was just answering the old man's question, but she didn't expect that her answer would deepen the old man's misunderstanding.

The old woman gave her a meaningful look, and finally warned: "You should also take the initiative, Zidong is a very good young man."

Jin Zaijing couldn't laugh or cry, what's going on here?

She shook her head and walked out of the building. When she was downstairs, she looked back at the third floor and saw that the lights had indeed been turned off.

She just planned to go out for a night run, but why did things suddenly unfold like this?

Forget it, I don’t want to think about it anymore.

Jin Zaijing jogged back to the dormitory.

Standing in front of the dormitory door and typing in the password, the previous scene reappeared in her mind.

She didn’t show her the password she typed in, who did that guy think she was?

In the end, I didn’t obediently tell her the password, really.

Humming a little tune, he opened the door, and Jin Zaijing entered the house. He took off his shoes without any hands, pulled off his mask, and walked into the house.

What surprised her was that Jin Zhishu hadn't rested yet. When she saw her coming back, she hugged her warmly.

"Onie is back, why were you out for so long?"

"I went to meet the Korean writer."

"Guilty? Didn't you go for a night run?"

Jin Zhishu couldn't believe her ears, and the volume was a little louder unconsciously.

Although Kim Jae Kyung's sweatshirt is relatively thick, it is easy to be spotted without wearing a bra.

Seeing the little sister staring at her chest, Jin Zaijing also looked at it a few times. Then she pulled away and took a look, instantly doubting her life.

The people I met tonight flashed through my mind one by one, including Han Zidong, two old people, and a couple.

Fortunately, there were not many people, and most of them were chance encounters without much interaction, except for Han Zidong.

Yeah, Han Zidong!

"Jisu."

Kim Zai-kyung hugged Kim Ji-sook and repeatedly shouted Kim Ji-sook's name: "Jisu!"

A few minutes later, Kim Zai-kyung talked eloquently and told Kim Zhishu more than 80% of the details of what happened.

"Onie, don't worry too much. Han Zidong drank too much and has a severe headache. He may not be able to notice that you are not wearing underwear."

Jin Zaijing smiled on his face, but he was retorting fiercely in his heart. Not only did he look at it many times, but he also touched it.

I hope he won’t remember anything when he wakes up tomorrow, otherwise it will be too embarrassing when we meet next time.

The facts that Kim Ji-sook learned were missing a crucial link. Naturally, she would not feel the same way as Kim Jae-kyung. What she noticed was another detail.

"Onie, did you wear a mask the whole time before entering Han Zidong's house?"

"No, I only wore a mask when I went to the convenience store and on the way home." Kim Zai-kyung replied very bachelorly.

"Ernie!"

Jin Zhishu became nervous again: "You are too careless. You, a member of a girl group, entered the house of a man who lives alone late at night. What if you two were secretly photographed?"

Kim Zai-kyung hugged Kim Ji-sook and comforted her: "Don't worry, with our current fame, even if we are photographed and have scandals, it won't be enough to cause a conversation."

I really thank you!

Jin Zhishu raised her head and glanced at Jin Zaijing. You are very open-minded.

Almost at the same time, another set of similar conversations took place in another smaller room.

"It doesn't matter. The company and Zhihai have already reached an agreement. We have to thank that our reputation is not high enough now. It would be really scary if there was a large-scale anti like Tara."

When talking about the Tara incident, the four people in the living room, including the woman who spoke, felt sad.

Nearly 200,000 people petitioned to disband Tara, and 400,000 people registered as members of the black fan camp. Countless netizens followed suit and burned Tara's albums and personal peripherals. There were even black fans threatening members' families.

The incident within Tara's team has intensified since July, far exceeding any similar cases in the past and shocking the industry.

Another girl with smiling eyes clapped her hands, attracting the members' attention.

"Let's continue to study the writer we are going to meet tomorrow. I heard that he really has great ideas in business planning. Maybe his micro-variety show can really bring some changes to us."

"That's right, children, stop thinking about useless things.

We still have to prepare for our return during the day, so we can only go back to the dormitory at night to carve out some time. Let’s seize the time to get to know this new writer."

Another girl who was massaging her legs asked: "Aunt, is this writer named Han really so popular?"

"That's right, our representative collected our mobile phones so that we can concentrate on practicing. Otherwise, as long as you can open the mobile phone now, you can see his information."
Chapter completed!