Lin Gantang played with her little nephew. After chatting for a while, she didn't want to disturb their rest and went to the third floor to pack up.
Actually, she did not have much to pack, just her pajamas. She did not know what was wrong with Wen Yanqing's memory. He had even bought her facial wash, so how could he forget about her pajamas?
Lin Gantang complained to herself as she took a set from the wardrobe and folded it.
She glanced outside the room and saw that there was no one there. She quietly stuffed a few beautiful clothes in.
Her mood suddenly improved, and she even wanted to hum a song.
Lin Gantang nimbly put the clothes away. The phone in her bag rang and vibrated continuously. Lin Gantang put down the things in her hands and went to get it. It turned out that Ye Qiuqiu was looking for her.
Lin Gantang had just called out 'Qiuqiu' when Ye Qiuqiu already
started pouring out her grievances.
