He Qianhui certainly understood the implicit meaning in Zhang Hao's words.
"Two quilts, you sleep on your side, I'll sleep on mine, why not? Besides, it's just sleeping, nothing else."
Before her words faded, a few heavy knocks suddenly came from the door.
This made He Qianhui's recently eased heart jump back to her throat, scaring her out of her wits, as she instinctively grabbed Zhang Hao's arm.
Thankfully, Zhang Hao was calm in the face of trouble and first signaled his sister-in-law to stay quiet.
He quickly approached the door and looked through the peephole.
He had expected to see his cousin Liu Gang's face, but it wasn't him.
What greeted him upon opening the door was an old lady with gray hair.
The old lady pointed at the stack of cardboard boxes by the door and said, "Do you still want these? If not, may I have them?"
The pile of boxes by the door was covered with delivery slips; who knew what else his sister-in-law had purchased.
