Nearby, there was also a shipping container of cloth toys, crafts, and other items.
Xie Ning didn't think they were of much use, but under her mother's expectant gaze, she waved her hand and stored them anyway.
Moving to the other side, she stored three shipping containers of baby formula, two of infant and toddler supplies, and one of children's toys. The girl's face was practically scrunched into a knot.
She stared speechlessly at her mom, who wanted to take absolutely everything. "Let's not take those! It's a waste of Space."
"It's not a waste! How could this be a waste? After the apocalypse, all of these will be scarce resources. You never know, they might be useful later!"
Xie Ning retorted mercilessly, "It's good enough just to be alive. Who would bother raising a troublesome little thing like a child?"
'Not only are they a hassle, but they also drag you down!'
