While Jiang Liushi was driving, Zhang Hai asked, "Bro, your car's space is so large. Why do you still drag a small van? What's in it?"
Jiang Liushi looked at them from the rear-view mirror and casually said, "Just some luggage. We can't go back to the old house, so I brought some things."
"... "Yang Qingqing and others were stunned, because nobody would flee with a van full of luggage! Jiang Zhuying's brother was strange enough. A trace of contempt appeared in their faces.
Maybe taking advantage of the apocalypse, Jiang Liushi got that car from somewhere. Even if he wanted to choose a car, he should have chosen a durable one instead of a luxury recreational vehicle made by someone who was rich and willful.
Yang Qingqing, as Jiang Zhuying's classmate, knew a bit about her family's condition. Optimistically, it could be classified below the average, to be more exact, her family should belong to those that needed financial support from the government.
