"Hide," Lance decisively decided.
The three quickly concealed themselves, Bai Xiao wet her hair pretending to wash it as she opened the door.
Ling Mohan stood outside the door smiling, an image of a gentleman as gentle as jade.
"Mr. Ling, good morning," Bai Xiao displayed a harmless smile, pressing a wet towel to her head with one hand.
"Good morning," Ling Mohan smiled slightly, "are you washing your hair?"
"How come you're here? Please, come in." Bai Xiao said, stepping aside to let Ling Mohan into the house.
Ling Mohan did not enter but sized up the inside from the doorway.
Bai Xiao's apartment wasn't large, a one-bedroom with two living rooms and a big balcony. One could see the entire place at a glance.
Was she actually alone?
Ling Mohan guessed in his heart and asked, "Are you home alone?"
