Zhan Jing and Cai Meina carefully pushed the cart slowly out of the airport.
Zhao Guangran looked at the cart that seemed to hide anyone, with a face of panic, "That wouldn't be our mom, right?"
He knew Zhan Jing and the others were bringing quite a bit from home, but didn't expect there would be so much stuff, really stunned him.
To know they had already mailed a lot of stuff to the United States before, luckily they moved, or else even with Zhao Xuran's huge house, there wouldn't be enough space for everything.
Zhao Xuran was prepared, "It's all for the kids and Ni Zi."
However, with so much stuff, such a formation, even Zhao Xuran felt his legs were weak, "Thank goodness we're driving a business car."
Originally, according to Zhao Guangran, there was no need for such a big car, now he feels it might not even be enough.
Zhao Guangran kept swallowing, "Bro, I think we should have come with a pickup."
