Again, Ye Shui-ink frowned, and she was really worried about her friend's repeated emotions.

Maybe she should be taken to see a psychologist, thought Ye Shuimi.

Just after dinner, I heard the sound of a truck. Ye Shui-ink was stunned, and a bad feeling came. Qin Xiaoya had put down his bowls and chopsticks and went out.

A large truck parked in front of Zhang Xiaohui's house. The door of his house was open, and people came in and out carrying big boxes, while Zhang Xiaohui had no road.

"What else do you do?" Ye Shui-ink ran over and asked.

"Moving."

Move! Her face changed sharply. "Where's the owner?"

"Where...