"You're just too weak." Yao Tang rolled her eyes, staring at all the resources he had managed to dig out. "And your pockets are too small."
Yu Chen scowled.
This woman had already treated him as a laborer. Not only that, but she even treated him as some sort of storage! How was he going to carry all of this?
And who was she for calling him weak?
"My pockets aren't ordinary. Not only can I carry numerous things around, but it doesn't become heavy at all," he argued with so much conviction in his voice. "If it weren't for this, I won't be able to bring all of these."
His suit was his family's gift to him when he was coming-off age.
If he hadn't been so afraid about encountering the danger that awaited him, he wouldn't have worn this.
His pockets could store all sorts of things, and it wouldn't pierce a hole through it either. It was like he had some sort of portable suitcase.
