"Click!"
Meng Lang closed the door and just got to the elevator when he paused, only to see Lin Haitang also waiting for the elevator at the hallway entrance.
"Uh... what a coincidence."
Seeing it was Meng Lang, Lin Haitang's face turned slightly awkward.
"Yeah! Still have to go to work."
"Oh, I see."
The elevator doors opened, empty inside, and both of them silently walked in. They were on the 11th floor, and the elevator's digital display slowly started descending.
"That... I'm sorry about just now."
"Ah? What?" Meng Lang didn't quite catch on.
"I shouldn't have lashed out at you earlier."
After getting angry, Lin Haitang calmed down and started feeling regretful.
After all... what kind of life someone leads is their own freedom. If two people are willing, whether they go to a bar or a hotel, what right does she, an outsider, have to judge?
She thought it must have been the events from last night that threw her off balance, with strange thoughts cluttering her mind.