That dull, foolish look made one itch to drag her over, pin her down, and roughly ravish her to see if such a beautiful thing could be destroyed.
"What are you doing here?" Mu Yin exhaled softly, bringing herself back to her senses, and gazed at him with cold detachment.
"This is my place, I come and go as I please; do I need a reason?" Bo Fengheng grunted, his face expressionless as he coldly ordered the servants behind him, "Aren't you going to bring the stuff in?"
"Oh, yes..." The servants didn't dare delay and hurriedly moved all of his personal belongings out, carrying them upstairs to the master bedroom.
His things had been temporarily cleared out before, and now they were just being brought back out and arranged; in fact, there wasn't much difference.
