Seeing someone pick up the large gray teddy bear from the sofa and throw it outside, his expression turned cold. "Huo Xiaoyan, what are you doing?"
When Huo Xiaoyan saw him, she flew over like a cheerful butterfly, her face glowing with a brilliant smile. "Brother, you're awake."
"It's nothing. I was afraid keeping these things would make you sad, so I had the servants take them out and burn them."
From today onward, this house only needed to keep the things that belonged to her and Brother Han.
All the other trash should be thrown into the garbage bin or burned to ashes.
Thinking this, her mood improved even more.
She pointed at the two cushions on the sofa, each printed with the image of some young singer. "And these cushions too. Take them all out and burn them."
"Yes, Miss." The maid secretly glanced at Young Master, then hurried over and picked up the two cushions.
Huo Xiaoyan's gaze fell on a beautiful set of transparent bowls and plates in the compartment cabinet. "Oh, and throw this crystal dinnerware into the garbage bin too."
"What are these things? They're so tacky. One look and you can tell they're cheap street-stall goods, yet they have the nerve to use them to serve fruit to us."
Watching everyone bustle about, Huo Sihan's expression grew increasingly gloomy. His gaze swept over them like a blade. "Everyone, stop."
"These things..."
He wanted them to put everything back where it had been, but he was afraid they might damage it. After a pause, he said, "Put it all in the storage room."
His gaze swept over the set of transparent bowls and plates.
This crystal dinnerware should have been her favorite.
He remembered that she often used it to serve fruit platters, salads,