Su Chanjuan returned home empty-handed. She hung her bag on the wall and sat on the bed, leaning back.
Grandma heard the commotion and came out of her room. She knocked on Su Chanjuan's door, ""Juan 'er, how's the thing you went to do today?"
"It didn't work." She shouted angrily.
"Didn't you say that you're very powerful? So this is a lie to my son! You have the means to make my son listen to you!"
"Stop complaining." Su Chanjuan felt that this matter might not be successful. She had to go and inform Li Baojun. " Where's Baojun? I have something to tell him!"
"He went to Yin Dazhao's house to play mahjong. Go find him!" Old Mrs. Han said angrily, then turned around and went back to her room.
As he walked, he mumbled,"I thought it was done! In the end, it's also a boastful thing that doesn't pay taxes!"
Coming down from the apartment building, Su Chanjuan passed through the courtyard and headed to the row of bungalows in front.
