Thankful

Jiang mansion.

"Chen, where are you going? Why are you packing your things?" Ziyi shouted, trying very hard to stop her son.

"Mom, please don't make things difficult for me and stop acting like you don't know anything," Chen snapped.

"But why are you leaving the house like this? I know you are upset but this is not the way you are supposed to solve things. We can—"

Cutting her off, Chen fumed, "There is nothing to talk or solve mom, I am just taking a few things from my room and moving it to my apartment."

"Why would you need to do that? You can always come back and—"

Ignoring his mother, he kept packing his essential things without saying anything.

Ziyi on the other hand couldn't do anything to stop. Left with no other choice, she rushed towards her husband who was in the living room.

"Weilong do something, where is Chen going? He is packing all his things and—"

Giving her a hug, Weilong sighed, "Calm down first, let him do whatever he wants."

"But—"