"We are not wrong. We also know that this is the house of the Yun family's third son, but we want to store this batch of goods in this house."
Since the workers who came were all men, it was not good for them to lay their hands on Liu Fang. The workers could only carry Yun Lang, who was playing, to the ground, but they could not do anything to Liu Fang.
"You placed things in the third son's house. Did you ask for their opinion? Let me tell you, although I am not the real owner of this house, if you do this, I can also sue you."
Yun Lang had already begun to cry on the ground. The small plane model that he had found with great difficulty was now trampled to pieces by this worker.
Liu Fang saw Yun Lang crying on the ground and had no choice but to get down from the bed. She patted Yun Lang's back to calm his emotions.
"Quickly move these things out, or I'll call the police and arrest you!"