I grabbed my keys and changed my shoes, then went out and came back to pick up a large coat from the hanger, putting it on as I went downstairs.

When she came out and saw Eric giving her a strange look under the street light, Zhang Moyan realized that her messy outfit and messy hair were unsightly.

Fortunately, she didn't cry too much before going to bed, so her eyes should not be swollen now.

Zhang Moyan walked forward, wrapping her clothes tightly around her waist and awkwardly combing her hair with her fingers. "Hello, Director. You're so polite. You've made such a special trip."

Eric leaned against his Aston Martin and handed her a cooler bag: "It's really on our way."

Zhang Moyan took it and nodded to show that she believed it. Then her scalp tingled. Oh my god, what was going to happen next? It was really terrible.

"I heard you had a fright at the appraisal center this afternoon. Are you okay? You'd better not follow this project!"

"Oh, it's okay, I can go!" Zhang Moyan said immediately for fear of losing something, "I'm not frightened, thank you for your concern, Director." How come Eric heard so much!

"Well, that's good... um... won't you invite me upstairs to sit for a while?" Eric asked with a smile on his face, as if this was the most normal procedure.

"Huh?" Zhang Moyan suddenly felt like she was holding a hot potato instead of pork rib soup. The obvious hesitation lingered on her face for at least three breaths before she clumsily came up with an excuse: "Well... my house is a mess."

Eric was about to speak when Zhang Moyan pointed at his car and added, "Director, you can't park your car here. This is an occupied parking space."

It took Eric about five seconds to grasp the meaning of the phrase "owned parking space." He then smiled and said, "Okay, let's talk about it next time we have a chance!"

Zhang Moyan nodded repeatedly when she heard that the other party was about to leave: "Thank you for the soup, Director. I will go to work tomorrow."

These words were meant to send him off. Eric nodded knowingly, walked around to the driver's side and opened the car door. "There's no rush to get to work. You should get some rest first! I'm leaving now. I'll see you at work!"

Zhang Moyan felt relieved, put on a smile, raised his hand and shook it enthusiastically: "Okay, Director, please drive carefully on the road!"

After politely watching the Aston Martin drive out of sight, Zhang Moyan let out a long sigh, slumped her shoulders, glanced at the pork rib soup in her hand, and turned to walk back into the corridor. As she took a step, her eyes casually glanced at the building, paused, and raised her head again.

"Has a new neighbor moved in next door?" Zhang Moyan said softly, looking at the bright crystal chandelier in the window of room 302 opposite her.

I hadn't noticed anyone moving in before, but it's always a good thing to have neighbors living on the same floor, it's a bit safer.

See, change is the norm in this world.