C133 Acetic Acid

Chi Ziyu quickly pushed it back. "Brother Zhang, there's really no need for that. My husband came back yesterday to pick quite a few oranges. I haven't even finished all the ones at home."

"You don't have to be so polite with me, who's going with who!" Zhang Xing insisted on pushing the basket over.

"Brother Zhang, I really don't need it. You should bring it back yourself