I'm so depressed that I took this thing to Ye's house without being laughed off.

"Okay, I don't have..."

Song Qiulian took the pot back to the kitchen, and struggled to pick up her bags on the ground, saying, "Let's go then."

"Put it down." Quiet and not angry stared at her mother: "Not many."

"What and what is this?" She opened her baggage like a garbage can, quilt, pillow, washbasin, toothbrush cup, and even a red plastic toilet!!!

It's really bloody...

"Mom, you just need to wear personal clothes. We don't lack anything else."

Ye Beicheng rushed out to play the roundhouse. Song Qiulian shyly lowered her head and...