Qin Youxuan, like a koala, clung tightly to him, not bored watching him take a call.
Soon, she noticed something was wrong.
Dan Hanjie's face was growing worse and worse with a faint hint of coldness evident.
His captivating eyes also grew colder...
Qin Youxuan wanted to ask, but bracing herself remembering he was on a call.
She held her question until Dan Hanjie put the phone away and hung up, then hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?"
"We're going back to our country today." Dan Hanjie's gaze flitted as he picked up Qin Youxuan.
"Dan Hanjie, our things are not packed yet!"
Qin Youxuan anxiously grabbed onto his shirt.
"..."
Dan Hanjie paused mid-step, turned his head to look at Rui Hui, who was standing in the living room. Rui Hui immediately nodded and ran upstairs.
Soon, she brought down two suitcases.
"Okay, the luggage is packed." With Qin Youxuan in his arms, Hanjie quickly departed the villa.
A car was already prepared outside the gate.
