Qin Shuang: ...
She should never have answered He Zhiyao's call.
She took a deep breath and pointed outside, "Would you please go out? I need to pack my things."
He Zhiyao walked over to the sofa and sprawled out on it, "You pack, I'll wait for you."
Qin Shuang: ...
She held back her irritation and asked, "Don't you need to pack your things?"
If she could have her way, she wouldn't want to go back with him at all.
But she didn't want to argue with her mother's arrangements. Her grandfather's hospitalization was a serious matter that couldn't be delayed. It would be time-consuming to purchase tickets and deal with that hassle again. It was quicker to let He Zhiyao make the arrangements.
He Zhiyao, with his long legs crossed, casually placed one on the coffee table, "No need, I don't have much to pack."
What was most important to him was already right in front of him, so what was there to pack?
Bringing his wife with him was more important than anything else, wasn't it?
