Jian Zhiqing sat on the couch, crossing his legs. He felt uncomfortable without the screen, and all the more so for Qin Xiangnuan and the others.
"Have someone send the stuff to the school tomorrow, and get the keys back."
"And what if she doesn't give them?" Qin Xiangyang knew that Qin Xiangmei wasn't going to leave so easily. She would probably cling to them for who knows how long. Such a great opportunity to freeload, even a fool would know it's a good deal; there was no reason why Qin Xiangmei would give it up for nothing.
"If she doesn't hand over the keys, we'll send her to the station."
Jian Zhiqing's lips curled up with a cold sneer, "Selling my things? She should consider whether she can bear the consequences."
