Wen Wan took everything that belonged to her, and the things that were not hers, she hesitated but eventually left them behind, including the key.
When she returned to Yun Mansion, she found Xiaoguai throwing things around. Seeing the scattered pieces of the model airplanes, Wen Wan felt a bit of discomfort. Mo Siluo had gifted these model planes to Xiaoguai, who cherished them greatly. However, Xiaoguai was similar to her in one aspect: no matter how much he liked something, if it wasn't his, he could ruthlessly let it go.
Xiaoguai's temperament, although often defiant against Mo Siluo, had grown fond and accustomed to the uncle's company. The recent events had undoubtedly traumatized his young mind.
Wen Wan walked over and squatted in front of Xiaoguai, holding his small hand and softly advising, "If you don't like them anymore, we can give them away. Why break them?"
"I hate him!" Xiaoguai pouted, his small hand clenched into a fist.
