Lu Shuo did not stay long at the Duke Mansion. He left the next day.
He carried a thin bundle and led a horse as he stood at the gate of the Duke Mansion.
Helan Rong's face was dark. He held in a breath and said gloomily, "You didn't have to do this. I was angry that day and kicked a chair, but it wasn't aimed at you. It's still the New Year. What do you mean by this?"
Lu Shuo lowered his eyes. "I'm not leaving because of Third Young Master. But with the situation now, if I stay in the mansion, it's difficult for everyone."
Talking it out would be awkward for everyone; pretending nothing happened would only make the thorn in everyone's heart grow bigger.
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