Su Linlin had no idea how she managed to shut the door and isolate Jiang Lingxi while holding the unopened scented candle.
It wasn't until her assistant called her several times that she snapped out of it and saw the pile of belongings yet to be packed. "Why are you packing so slowly!"
Assistant: "..."
The assistant felt wronged.
She didn't even consider how messy the place had become over the past month. Even a professional organizer would need at least one or two hours to tidy up!
"Hurry up!"
Just thinking about Jiang Lingxi being next door made her heart tremble.
"Sister Linlin, should this scented candle be packed away too?"
"No, don't pack it," Su Linlin shoved the box into the assistant's hands. "Pour the liquid down the toilet, and throw the bottle in the trash."
Assistant: "..."
Could it be that her artist's brain got fried after a month of closed-off training?
However, she only dared to mutter this quietly to herself and obediently followed orders.
