Ling Shu looked at the bicycle with a puzzled expression: "Where did this bicycle come from?"
Ling Jiaojiao was taken aback: "Dad, didn't you buy it?"
Ling Shu shook his head: "I didn't buy it."
How much did this chunk of metal cost? He didn't have the money to buy this.
Ling Jiaojiao was completely stunned.
Ling Shu asked her: "Where did it come from?"
"When I came back, it was already in the yard..." Ling Jiaojiao said, "I thought you bought it."
It turned out it wasn't Ling Shu who bought it.
Zhang Xiaoping also came out, hearing the conversation between the father and daughter, she followed up curiously: "You didn't buy it?"
"I don't have the money."
"..."
The three of them looked at each other for a while.
Zhang Xiaoping suddenly turned her gaze towards Chuzheng's room.
The cloth she had just taken...
"Could it be that she brought it back?" Zhang Xiaoping pointed at the house.
