Yang Xiao kept opening and closing cabinets and drawers in his tiny apartment, slamming the not so their wardrobe in his makeshift bedroom.
"Mr. Yang! What else do you need? There really isn't much time!"
"Don't rush me! I'm trying my hardest here you know!"
"If Madam gets back before we do. Young master Richard could be in serious trouble! We need to move faster!"
They both ran through the small space of the apartment, bumping each other as they went.
"Stop shoving the hair products together with my books! Can't you be a bit gentle?! If they get ruined, you'll have to pay for them!"
The maid stopped what she was doing to glare at the man across from her, who was busying himself with folding his shirt into a duffel bag.
