"If you leave your things around in a mess again, I'll throw them away!" Gu Zhou said coldly.
Gripping the blessing bag tightly, Qiao Nian asked tentatively, "Do you not like blessing bags?"
"I just think this smells good. So I put it in the safe for some fragrance," Gu Zhou said coldly, slamming the wardrobe shut.
Qiao Nian looked at Gu Zhou strangely. She had a nagging feeling that Gu Zhou was acting a little strange today. Didn't he like ambergris? Why would he put a sandalwood-scented sachet in a safe?
What sort of safe would need a fragrance?
Gu Zhou walked to the dressing table and began to blow-dry his hair indifferently. With his back facing Qiao Nian, he said sternly, "Don't leave your things around so carelessly in the future."
Qiao Nian was still puzzled, but she nodded and said, "I understand."
Holding the blessing bag, Qiao Nian left the house.
