Jiang Zhiyuan scratched the back of his head, not daring to look at him again.
Mu Yichen's eyebrows were furrowed: "She asked you to come and get her luggage? She asked you to come and get her luggage, and you just did? Whose side are you on anyway?"
"Uh! Of course I'm on your side! It's just that Xiaomu in Paris has no clothes to wear, which is quite pitiful, so I just... wanted to secretly handle this matter for her while you were away."
Jiang Zhiyuan looked at Mu Yichen again, timidly.
Mu Yichen said nothing, his dark pupils fixedly staring at Jiang Zhiyuan.
"Alright! I'm afraid if I don't help her with her luggage, she won't help me with advice on pursuing An Nan in the future!"
Jiang Zhiyuan was about to cry, scared by Brother Cen's cold face.
"Then go ahead! It's in the bedroom!"
Mu Yichen said, making room for him.
"Really?"
Jiang Zhiyuan's heart was pounding, he was actually too scared to go and get it.
"Really!"
