Time flies by.
That day, in the evening.
The rolling mill has been closed.
At the gate of the guesthouse of the rolling mill, Li Mao loaded a large box onto a tricycle.
Li Xiaomei was telling her anxiously.
He Rainy, who came back from school with Li Xiaomei, helped to pack things.
"Guangtian, have all the things in the yard been moved to the door?"
Li Mao asked a little uneasily.
It's not that I'm worried about Liu Guangtian and others.
Instead, I was worried that the old Jia family would be greedy for their things.
Although valuable things are packed in