Zhang Hao changed his clothes and finally didn't have to wear the restricting formal attire anymore.
Looking at his loungewear, he thought back to when they were shopping, and He Qianhui inexplicably made a strange decision.
She insisted on buying childish couple outfits for them, but fortunately, it was just loungewear, meant to be worn only at home.
If they had been regular clothes, Zhang Hao probably wouldn't dare to wear them outside.
He casually lay down on the sofa and dialed He Qianhui's number to ask where she was.
After several rings, He Qianhui finally answered the call.
"I'm off work. Have you gone out?"
As soon as Zhang Hao finished speaking, it was obvious that He Qianhui on the other end of the phone was confused.
"Weren't you supposed to stay at the hospital for two or three days? How come you're back?"
Having hardly rested the night before, Zhang Hao was extremely tired and rubbed his eyes which were tearing up from yawning.
