"Pack your things, and yeah, you should pack your luggage for winter as well. Get that ready to take with you."
As Qi Chen spoke, he rummaged through the cabinet. The thing he had grabbed to throw at Feng Yuan was a Ball Whale cushion, which, for some reason, had ended up in Qi Chen's cabinet. He remembered it—it was a prize Feng Yuan got from an event during the New Year, and it seemed to have a bunch of messy runes or magical enchantments on it, no fear of getting dirty.
"What are you up to? Did you mess up big time and now you have to run away in the middle of the night?"
Feng Yuan looked at Qi Chen with some confusion and, turning around with a dark look on his face, asked,
"Not running away, just that the city has awarded my dad a house as a reward. It's in East City District, all furnished, and since I have the time, I might as well move the stuff I won't be needing temporarily over there."
