C157 At Least He Had a Conscience

Compared to these branded clothes, Xiong Miao's clothes were like trash.

The cotton jacket was loose and soft. It was torn with a single tear.

It was no wonder that Zhan Yeling could easily tear apart all of her clothes yesterday.

Xiong Miao put all the clothes in the bag into the bag and prepared to take them away.

The maid came over and said, "Miss Xiong, take care of these for me