"Young master, I've spoken with your parents and we agre-- oh." Meng Yao entered the room and looked around, his eyes widening slightly. For a teenage boy, Chenglei had a nice room in some respects. Compared to what it could be, it was definitely an improvement. Unfortunately, for someone like Meng Yao, anywhere but his own room was a horrifying nightmare mess. He looked around at the clothes on the floor and his whole body itched as if he was covered in a fine layer of dirt.

He was working on this, on his OCD and his perfectionism. He remembered what Xichen had told him and took a nice, deep breath before smiling. "Can I help you pack? We will leave together."