I've made up my mind. If I really can't get used to living in the dormitory, I'll rent a house and then let you come and study with me, okay?"

Tang Huan couldn't remember the feeling of being loved by her mother, but Xing Cui's love for her was real and visible. She didn't know when the image of her mother had become Xing Cui's. They were not related by blood, but the mother-daughter relationship was no different.

"Really?" Xing Cui became interested when Tang Huan mentioned accompanying her to study. "Don't try to fool me. If you're not used to living here, just tell me and I'll pay for you to rent a house."

Tang Huan nodded quickly, "Of course it's true! Mom doesn't have to pay for it. Meng Zeyan gave me a passbook and I can use his."

As if renting a house was just around the corner, Xing Cui agreed: "That's fine. He has money. Let's rent a bigger one."

After walking them to the car, Tang Shuo and Meng Qinghe both got in smoothly. Xing Cui was still reluctant to leave Tang Huan. "Call Mom before the holiday and tell her what you want to eat. Mom will make it in advance so you can eat it when you get back."

Tang Huan hugged Xing Cui and whispered to her, "Well, you and my dad are good friends. Dad is old, so don't scare him with the iron spoon all the time."

The last time they came home and found an iron spoon broken, she asked what happened. The old man said his wife had hit him and broke it, which scared Tang Huan so much that she almost took him to the hospital.

Later the old man said that his wife had used an iron spoon to scare him and hit it on the stove, breaking it.

Xing Cui got into the car angrily to settle the score with the old man. What kind of person is this? He is so old and still complains to the youngster!

Tang Huan stood outside the car and waved goodbye to them, while Tang Shuo drove away.

Tang Huan didn't turn around and go back to school until the car was out of sight.

The last student in the dormitory has also arrived and is packing her things, but how is she packing her lower bunk?

Tang Huan looked up at her upper bunk. The bedding that was previously on the lower bunk was rolled up and thrown on the upper bunk.

If she guessed correctly, it was this classmate who took the initiative to move other people's things to the upper bunk...

Without minding his own business, Tang Huan began to pack his things. There were four small cabinets, each with a corresponding bed.

She found the cabinet corresponding to her bed and prepared to tidy it up, but when she opened the cabinet door, she saw something inside.

She opened several other cabinets and looked around, and found that they were all filled with things.

It is unknown who has taken her place.

Tang Huan turned around, looked at the classmate who was making the bed, and asked her, "Classmate, is this yours?"

Xia Chuchu, who was making the bed, looked back and said unhappily, "It's mine. Why are you touching other people's things so casually?"

If Tang Huan hadn't clearly seen the bed number on the cabinet door, she would have suspected that the cabinet was hers. How could she be so confident?

"Classmate... this cabinet is mine."

"I know." Xia Chuchu stood up reluctantly, walked to the cabinet and slowly took out something, "I saw that you didn't have much stuff, so I thought you didn't use this cabinet. Their cabinets are full of things, but yours is empty."

She was really good at making up stories. Tang Huan suppressed her anger. There were only two of them in the dormitory, and she was afraid that she would suffer if they started fighting.

"This cabinet is mine. It's mine whether I use it or not. Is it appropriate for you to put your things in it without my permission?"

I regret it so much. If I had learned a few moves from Meng Zeyan earlier, I wouldn't be afraid of being at a disadvantage when fighting. This chapter has been read (please click on the next chapter to continue reading!)