Coming out of the elevator, Rong Lingling saw Jin Ziming standing with his back to the window and his hands on the window sill.
"Miss Rong is such a busy person."
She originally didn't want to pay attention to him, but she heard his words before she opened the door. He frowned, turned around and asked, "What exactly did Mr. Jin want to say?"
His words sounded unclear, but Rong Linngling knew that he was not a simple character, so he did not dare to take it lightly.
"I watched Miss Rong when you came from Building 3, and I saw part of what I should have seen and what I shouldn't have seen." His voice suddenly became lower, "Jin has no right to interfere with Miss Rong's private affairs, but Jin
I still want to remind you, don’t forget to take care of the aftermath after you’ve done something.”
After he finished speaking, just like last time, he returned home and closed the door, regardless of whether she had anything else to say.
Rong Lingling looked deeply at the neighbor's door, then looked away after a moment.
The parking lot is near Building 3. She did come from there. Jin Ziming was standing by the window just now. He could see it when he turned his head. And this was not the key. She didn't care even if he knew his whereabouts, but
To talk about what he saw——
She doesn't quite believe it.
You can't see the parking lot from here. Did she behave abnormally on the way back? Unless he, Jin Ziming, is clairvoyant, how would he know what she had done?
He looked down at the trouser pocket where the pistol was kept. It was just blocked by the hem of his clothes. Unless he looked closely, he wouldn't be able to tell anything unusual.
So this further proves that what Jin Ziming said is a lie.
But what is his intention? He wants to see her panic? Or is he trying to use the topic to dig out some secrets from her?
She also felt that both of these guesses were wrong, otherwise wouldn’t his next sentence be unnecessary?
Rong Lingling opened the door with the key and put on her slippers. When she bent down, she thought, Jin Ziming can't just have nothing to do, right?
This time he guessed correctly, Jin Ziming just had nothing to do.
The old man was not in good spirits. His grandma had already fallen asleep in the bedroom. He was sitting cross-legged on the sofa covered with white sofa towels, with Bluetooth headsets plugged into his ears.
"Oh, why can't you listen to what I say? Why don't you come to Country Z yourself sometime?" Pretending not to hear the deep voice on the other end of the phone, Jin Ziming picked up a strawberry with his fingertips and smiled playfully.
He was joking.
He mentioned to him what he had just teased Rong Lingling, and specifically told him how similar Rong Lingling was to him, but he didn't appreciate it!
"Jin Ziming, if you are too busy, you can come back!" Although the man's voice on the other end was deep, there was no anger in it, but rather helplessness.
"It will take a few days. Your place is not lively enough. There is no fun in the imperial capital. There are people from the Nan family here, as well as people from Yongye City outside the territory, and there may be other forces. Together, they are enough to play a game of mahjong!" Hearing this, the person on the other end of the phone seemed to fall into silence. After a long time, he sighed and said, "Be careful. I have no further plans at the moment. And what I told you before, are you in Z
Please help me pay attention, although the hope is slim."
When he said "there is little hope", his voice had completely dropped. Jin Ziming understood his loneliness and pain and answered him sternly, "I will try my best."
The person he was talking to was his best friend. There was a major change in his family more than 20 years ago. His only aunt disappeared and there is no news until now.