Qi Tiansheng's originally impatient expression changed subtly. He stared at the row with the door wide open
Suitcase, looking at the pile of my own banners, light signs, albums, doll peripherals...
"This, this belongs to my cousin." An Xuyu explained quickly after being stunned for a while.
"Your cousin?" Qi Tiansheng had already taken out an album from the suitcase.
It says "To" in big golden letters.
An Xuyu covered her face with her arms and almost cried: "This, this suitcase is really not mine..."
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