"Hmph!" Su Chaoyang snorted mockingly through his nose, picked up the packed storage box, and walked away.
Mu Xiangwan secretly let out a sigh of relief, grabbed the stuffed doll angrily and tore it apart, muttering under her breath, "It's all your fault, all your fault! Sneaking at the bottom of the drawer like that!"
"What are you still doing? Bring out the smaller items too." Su Chaoyang, standing by the staircase, suddenly turned around, looking at her indifferently, and reminded her in a flat tone.
Mu Xiangwan quickly hid the now-tattered stuffed doll behind her back and stammered her response, "Oh, okay, I'll be right there..."
Su Chaoyang shot her a sharp glance that felt like knives, clearly catching the scene of her dismembering the doll.
Damn brat! Watch how I deal with you tonight!
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