She gave me a stare. "You're being molested!" Turn around and walk back.

I walked in with her and was surprised to find that the house was a mess of porridge. Although it was a mess before, it was not so messy. It was just like when I was not working alone at home some time ago. It was also full of fast food boxes and instant noodle boxes.

"Pop, you are a girl's home, the home is so messy, not ashamed of it." I looked at it and said.

She walks over, sits lazily on the sofa and asks, "What's wrong with you?"

"What's wrong with me? What's wrong...