Yu Minglang quickly stepped forward to help pick up the trash, and in passing, destroyed the empty boxes. Cough, cough, lucky for him, he only tossed the box into the trash can next to the sofa. Reflecting on it, yesterday he and Mei started on the sofa, but the battle ended in the bathroom. Fortunately, they didn't use that thing, because if it hit the head, the guy would have his face full of it and he probably wouldn't see the sun tomorrow.
Yes, the one with the trash can knocked on his head is Yu Minglang's second uncle.
"You little brat!" The second uncle wiped his face; luckily the trash can at Qian's house was quite clean, only some paper and such. If it weren't for Yu Minglang destroying the set box, it wouldn't be a big deal.
"You elders should call ahead if you want to come over, and I'll welcome you downstairs myself. What are you up to?"
Xiaoqiang felt very aggrieved.
