Zhang Xiaohua smiled and said, "I know, Sister Qiutong, don't be unhappy. I believe there must be a solution."
Qiutong forced a smile and said, "I see, Xiao Hua, you should try your best too. I hope you can help."
Watching Zhang Xiaohua walking away with a bundle of books, Qiutong turned around and walked away quickly.
Zhang Xiaohua walked back, carrying a large bundle of books with his left hand. It was fortunate that Zhang Xiaohua's single arm had the strength of five hundred jin, which made it seem like he was lifting a light weight. If it were someone else, it would be difficult. He didn't know how Qiutong had carried the books from the study to the living room just now.
When Zhang Xiaohua returned to the room, threw the bundle onto the Kang (heated brick bed), drank some water, and opened it, he couldn't help but widen his eyes: "My goodness, there are so many books, at least dozens of them. No wonder it's so heavy."
