Ji Yuqiao ran back to her bedroom, and when she came downstairs again, she was carrying a large suitcase in her hand.
Ji Tingyang frowned and called out to Ji Yuqiao, who was walking toward the door, "Where are you going?"
"I'm moving to the school to live," Ji Yuqiao said.
The butler, overhearing the conversation, displayed a hint of worry on his face, "Why suddenly move to live at school? The dorms aren't as comfortable as home, and the canteen food isn't as tasty. Miss, if you live at school, it will definitely be tough."
"I've lived in smaller rooms before, eaten worse food; haven't I always gotten by? I'll be fine." Ji Yuqiao's face showed determination as she headed straight for the door.
"Ji Yuqiao, come back," Ji Tingyang's voice was cold and chilling.