Su Nian's face reddened with irritation, annoyed to the point of itching teeth. Every time it was clearly him taking advantage of his position for personal gain, yet in the end, he still acted as if she were the one being overly sentimental!
Flinging off his hand, she dragged over the suitcase that was by the door. Opening the wardrobe, she declared, "This side is mine, that side is yours."
"Good, help me sort it out as well."
Cursing him a million times in her heart, Su Nian, after organizing her own clothes, still resignedly dragged his suitcase over, but her tidying was nowhere as meticulous as with her own.
Yanking his clothes out of his suitcase, she didn't bother to hang them up or fold them neatly, simply shoving them into the wardrobe.
Only then did Shen Hanxiu, who was sitting on the armchair, speak up: "Su Nian."
