Seeing this scene, Qin Mu felt a warmth in his heart and was somewhat moved. However, the words Zhang Qingyuan and the others said immediately after instantly washed away all his emotion.
"You're finally back! We thought you might be going in this time."
"Did anything happen inside? You came back empty-handed?"
"We were just discussing sending you some bedding, a toothbrush, and the like. We didn't expect you to return so quickly."
Listening to everyone's "concern," Qin Mu's lips twitched. He couldn't resist reminding them, "Everything is provided there. You don't need to bring your own things, and you can't bring them in anyway."
For some reason, he always felt like Old Zhang and the others seemed slightly disappointed to see him return so early.
"We don't need to bring things?" Song Tiancheng blinked, looking as if he had seen a ghost.
The suggestion to pack clothes, bedding, toothbrushes, and toothpaste—that had been his idea.
