Zhang Hao had long known what He Qianhui was thinking.
"Okay, I'll listen to you, but about the renovation, I might not have much time to worry about it."
"You might have to go back and forth and work hard when the time comes."
"I know, don't worry, you're a doctor, saving lives and helping the wounded is your duty. Leave these trivial matters to me."
Halfway through speaking, He Qianhui suddenly turned around: "Oh, I've got soup simmering in the kitchen, almost forgot, hurry up and wash your hands for dinner."
After dinner, He Qianhui gathered the several vases in the house.
She removed the withered flowers.
Gathered the still decent-looking petals
planning to use them for a bath later.
With new flowers inserted, they looked vibrant and exceptionally pretty.
"I'll contact the renovation company tomorrow and go check out the building materials market."
"You decide on the decor style, let's do it according to your preference this time."
