Watching the servants and workers continuously move things into the house, Shu Jiao was really having a headache.
She really didn't understand why her dad, who was such a strict person when he was younger, would change like this after meeting Jiaojiao.
"Dad, with so many things, Jiaojiao simply can't play with them." She said helplessly.
"If she can't play now, she can play slowly. What's the rush?" The old man Shu had a nonchalant expression on his face, and turned to look at Ruan Jiaojiao with a smile: "Jiaojiao, do you like them?"
"..." Ruan Jiaojiao.
Not knowing how to respond, she really didn't want to hurt the old man's feelings, but she was just temporarily in a cat's body, with the soul of a 12-year-old. She had stopped playing with these things when she was six, come on?
There were so many items that it took the workers over half an hour to finish moving them, and the entire first floor of the Shu Family was packed tight.
