Li Chengyun glanced at her indifferently, "You've made up your mind, why are you asking me?"
Song Qinghuan laughed in delight, "That's settled then, Jingrong, let's go pack your clothes. Do you have a suitcase?"
"Yes!"
"Pack everything in the suitcase, the rest will be taken care of."
Having said that, without waiting for Yu Jingrong's agreement, she dragged her into the bedroom.
As soon as they entered the bedroom, Li Qianze sidled up to Li Chengyun and looked at his brother's expressionless face warily, "Bro, you both looked upset in the elevator. Were you fighting just now?"
Li Chengyun glanced at him. His gaze was as cold as ice, with a hint of warning as if to tell him to mind his own business.
Li Qianze chuckled awkwardly, "Looks like I was right. You were really fighting. If that's the case, you should be thanking Qinghuan and me. If we hadn't come looking for you, you would probably be at each other's throats."
Li Chengyun: "..."
