The clothes at home were old and no longer appealing to wear, or the styles were simply not trendy enough.
With the remaining eight thousand yuan, they bought two sets of clothes and also picked up some things for Zhang Hao, and to their surprise, there were still a few thousand yuan left unspent.
"We don't necessarily have to spend all the money today, we can come back another day to buy some other things," Zhang Hao said.
He Qianhui felt that Zhang Hao made some sense, so she didn't argue with him.
In the end, the two of them returned home with large and small bags in tow.
Back at home, Zhang Hao half-knelt on the sofa, massaging He Qianhui's shoulders.
"Wife, you worked hard at your job today, let me massage your shoulders to relax you."
He Qianhui, seeing his unusual eagerness, became somewhat suspicious, "What's going on? Did you do something wrong today?"
