"Have a seat."
Jiang Yiren said without looking up.
She turned around and started pulling clothes out of the wardrobe one by one, stuffing them into a suitcase.
The suitcase was large, but her clothes were more plentiful; she kept stuffing them in without even looking.
Wang Dahai watched as the suitcase visibly began to fill up with the clothes, and he was quite astounded.
Jiang Yiren's room was very spacious, at least fifty square meters in size.
There was a bed, with a whole row of wardrobes along the wall next to it.
There was also a walk-in closet and a bathroom next to it.
When she was about halfway through packing, suddenly the sound of a car came from downstairs.
Jiang Yiren paused for a moment, then quickly went to the balcony to take a look and hurried back, nervously saying, "My mom is back."
"Ah?"
Wang Dahai got nervous: "Then, should I..."
"Hide in the walk-in closet."
Jiang Yiren pushed him into the walk-in closet.
