C474 The Son of the Landlord

Jia Sanniu hobbled to the door, struggling with her injured leg, yet stubbornly clinging to the bag she carried, dragging it with great effort.

“I’ve told you, if it’s not yours, you shouldn’t take it,” Jia Shu said.

Jia Sanniu retorted, “Then why are you still living here? This place isn’t yours either.”

“If you don’t leave, I’m calling the police,” Jia Shu