Lu Qingqing really didn't overthink like the butler did; she simply felt that it wasn't right to keep her belongings at Fu Yisheng's place all the time.
Even during a relationship, there should be boundaries.
Since her own place couldn't accommodate everything, it was only natural to move them to her biological father's home.
Designer bags and other items were packed one by one into boxes, loaded onto a vehicle, and then unloaded at the door of her family's villa to be carried upstairs, while Song Xiaorou watched from the second floor of the neighboring villa with a complicated gaze as they bustled about.
Lu Qingqing was the daughter of her second uncle? No matter how she thought about it, it just didn't make sense.
She didn't even know how she had walked out of her father's office.
