Futuristic Chef Transmigrated As Mother

Xiaoguo didn't answer the question. He didn't say that Shao Zhan had something to do with him. He had to go out for a day, and he would have to come back in the evening at the earliest, which made her estimate wrong. Woolen cloth!

"It's something, isn't this coming back to get some clothes?"

Jiang Shanhe gestured to a piece of clothing in his hand.

"Why are you still taking clothes?"

"I have something to do tonight, I'll be back early tomorrow morning."

Jiang Danhe doesn't have time

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