Qin Youbei didn't have much to pack. Whatever she had brought with her when she came, she was now taking away. Everything fit into one suitcase with room to spare.
As she carried the suitcase downstairs, she heard the sound of porcelain shattering on the floor from the second-floor study, followed by Gu Xiao's stern voice, "Get out!"
Qin Youbei frowned: "..."
She truly thought of Gu Xiao as an extremely contradictory being. He looked so handsome, unrealistically so, like a deity from heaven, but his temperament was as fierce as a demon's.
Just a moment ago, he could treat you with a sunny disposition, warm as a gentle spring, but the very next second, he could turn heartless and cold, making one feel as if they were in the bone-chilling depths of winter.
Uncle Wang emerged from the study with a very troubled expression, filled with worry and distress.