Ignoring Cheng Qingchong's cries of protest, he unloaded the stuff from the luggage one by one. He had been to her house about one week ago. Even though he had a hazy memory of the place, he could fuzzily remember where the things belong. Therefore, using his memory, he placed her stuff to back where they were supposed to be.
When Qin Yinan grabbed Cheng Qingchong's clothes and hung them back up in the closet in her bedroom, the kind Cheng Qingchong finally lost her temper. "Qin Yinan! Have you lost your mind? What are you doing?"
Her anger made him stop moving. He stood facing away from her for a while before turning slowly around to meet her eyes. The man was unfazed in the face of her anger.
"Qingchong, it's simple. If you like it, you can continue to stay here; if you don't, you can slowly look for a new city to move to."
