Liu Qingcheng was truly at her wit's end with this son. Seeing that he wouldn't budge, she could only sigh and gently place the food down before turning and leaving.,He tried to recall it, but the memory seemed unbearable. The more he thought about it, the worse his headache became. He winced in pain and reached out to cover his forehead, which was bandaged.,"A hundred years old, I heard that you treat your home like a trash dump and often pick up garbage, is this true"。