"Daddy, my things, pack my things. I want to take them home. Those are all mine."
Su Yixing grabbed onto Xiao Changyi with one hand, speaking urgently, while pointing at the table, the bench, the floor, the boxes, the cabinets, the bed... all full of various precious and rare items he had collected as treasures.
These, he wanted to take home; they were all his.
Xiao Changyi didn't say anything, but he patted Su Yixing's head.
An Jing laughed and said, "Star, you have too many things. We can't find a place to step. Fortunately, the bed wasn't full; otherwise, the six of us wouldn't have been able to sleep on it last night and would have had to toss some of your things aside. However, Star, you got all these from your second uncle, didn't you? You don't need to take them back today. Return everything to your second uncle."
