"Let's go back; we're moving in three days."
"Wait, weren't we supposed to move today?" Zhao Guang asked incredulously, as if everything had already been moved.
"Who said we were moving today? Today is just about moving stuff ahead of time, are all the pots not still at home?"
Zhao Guang had been wondering why there were still pots at home, so that was it. It seemed that back in his old home there really was such a rule, only moving the pots truly counted as moving.
But you left the pots behind; the least you could do is leave some food. Other than pots, there was nothing left at home.
"Can't I come over today; otherwise where will I live?"
Guo Siyu couldn't help but chuckle, clearly Zhao Yan was giving her brother a hard time. She hadn't expected the payback to come so suddenly—so suddenly that she hadn't even reacted.
