Li Jiaren looked at the mess in the room, and was slightly shocked, which was more chaotic than she expected.

she bowed her head in a guilty way, and dared not look jokingly at shangning Zhiyuan. Like a child who has made a mistake and has been taught by an adult, her head would like to be buried in her own chest.

for a moment, Li Jia said in a low voice, "I can blame you for the tightness of your close fitting clothes. I've only turned over the closet to find clothes for you..."

and so far, she hasn't turned it out.

at first, she simply packed some clothes...