Don't be sad
Jiang Xibao was running around the living room in a panic with Liang yuran in his arms, and his legs would hit the pile of debris from time to time.
"Put me down!"
Ugly wasn't enough to describe the expression on Liang yuran's face.
"Where ... Where should I put it?"
Jiang Xibao also wanted to find a place to put it, but the living room was too messy!
An amazing chaos!
"Sofa!"
Liang yuran had already said these words through gritted teeth.
“……”
Jiang Xibao looked at the living room with a confused expression.
The sofa ... Where is it?
Liang yuran's thin lips were pursed into a line, and he pointed in a certain direction in the living room.
&Quot; that's a sofa??? "
Jiang Xibao's eyes widened in surprise.
How did he do it?
She had thought that it was a mountain of trash!
“……”
Liang yuran only felt his temples buzzing. He didn't want to discuss the issue of his sofa with this short Wintermelon at all.