Xia Qingqian was afraid, didn't dare to casually respond okay or indifferent. She headed straight for the stairs, while Beitang Yao, with eyes blazing like ice, glared at Maria, saying, "Maria, what are you talking about?!"
After dropping such a terrifying statement, he also left the dining room, went upstairs, and as he passed Xia Qingqian's room, he entered without a word, picked up Xia Qingqian's luggage, and returned to his own room.
Xia Qingqian instinctively hugged her laptop, worried it might slip and shatter to pieces until Beitang Yao took her luggage and left. It was only a while later that she regained consciousness: Where is the Young Master taking her clothes?
She wanted to find out, so she lowered her head and hurriedly left the room. Because her head was down, she didn't notice Beitang Yao returning in front of her. So she bumped directly into Beitang Yao's firm chest, clutching her forehead in pain, feeling dizzy.
