Just as Qiao Anhao was hesitating on whether or not she should knock on the door to retrieve her things, the tightly shut door swung open. A series of loud swishes resounded as her things were rudely tossed onto the ground. Before Qiao Anhao could react, the door slammed shut.
Her bags weren't zipped, the contents spilling out, littering the entire floor.
She stood stunned. After she managed to gather her senses, she knelt down and started filling the contents into her bag one by one.
After she packing, she took one last look at the tightly shut door. Pursing her lips tightly, she turned around silently, walking away with heavy steps.