As soon as the female neighbor left, Zhang Hao looked over at He Qianhui seated across from him.
At this moment, she should be the one with the most say.
"I've already washed the dishes and chopsticks, so in a bit you should hang the clothes in the washing machine, or they'll start to stink."
Zhang Hao was waiting for more, but after He Qianhui finished speaking, she just sat down on the sofa and turned on the TV, looking quite engrossed.
"Is there anything else you need to tell me?"
He Qianhui shook her head, thinking it would be good enough if he managed to hang the clothes properly, how could she expect more?
Seeing that she remained silent, Zhang Hao first returned the medicine box to its place, then headed to the bathroom.
He opened the washing machine and took out the already-washed clothes.
Carrying a basin of clothes, he went out to the balcony and one by one placed them on the drying rack, then hung them on the laundry pole.
