Mu Chen clenched his fist tightly, squinting his beautiful dark eyes, masking the cruelty at the bottom of his eyes, "Pack up, we're going back now."
"Young Master, you might really lose your freedom if we go back this time," Del said with reluctance.
The master of the house's temperament was something he ought to understand at least seventy to eighty percent, and even if the Young Master was his grandson, he wouldn't be much kinder to him.
Mu Chen's brows and eyes remained calm, "Let's go."
Del nodded and went into the inner room to pack.
Mu Chen walked over to the side of the coffee table and reached out to pick up the gaming console Shanshan had left for him, his fingertips gently caressing the console.
He could still faintly feel the warmth that seemed to linger from the girl whose smile bloomed like flowers.
The fierce wind lashed against the windows with fine rain, and the sky was gloomy.
