Lin Tian turned his head to look at the other people's beds, everything was there, even the counterfeit bill on Meng Nan's table was not missing.
This is freaking amazing, isn't it?
Lin Tian pointed at the empty closet and asked, "What's the deal with my stuff? Why is everything gone?"
Meng Nan rubbed the back of his head and chuckled, "Actually, you should thank me and Li."
Lin Tian frowned and asked, puzzled, "What happened? My stuff is missing, and you managed to help with that?"
Meng Nan suddenly started making funny faces, his smile gradually becoming more mischievous, then he cleared his throat twice and said, "How can you have the face to ask? Didn't you just boast about how much your fans adore you? This was all their doing. Who else would want your smelly socks?"
Lin Tian was embarrassed, "What do you mean? Are you saying my stuff was taken by those fans?"
