As soon as they arrived at the iron gate, a deep male voice boomed from inside the iron room: "Just leave the food outside the door!",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.,"A hundred years old, I heard that you treat your home like a trash dump and often pick up garbage, is this true"。