Hong Kong shopping venue is crowded with people. Xu Yiyang holds Jiang Xiaoyu's hand tightly and shuttles through the crowd to find Mrs. Xu's figure. Strange to say, I haven't been in touch for more than two years, but it doesn't take much words to see each other's thoughts again.

"Don't take this one and that one, wrap the rest for me." Mrs. Xu stood in a famous lady's clothing store. It was not like buying clothes. It was more like coming to point out Jiangshan.

"How can I get all this back?" Xu Yiyang expressed his silence by propping up his quota. "Isn't our family selling these?"

"Put your...