"No need."
Dahai quickly said, "I didn't bring any change of clothes."
Mrs. Qin said, "I'll get some for you in a bit."
"Oh, then Mrs. Qin, wait a moment."
Dahai opened the door a crack and handed out his clothes through the slit.
Mrs. Qin took the clothes and went to the balcony, tossing them into the washing machine.
Dahai had almost finished washing but had yet to receive any clothes from Mrs. Qin.
He had no choice but to open the door a crack and call out, "Mrs. Qin."
After a few seconds, he heard Mrs. Qin's footsteps hurrying over, then heard her apologetic tone, "Dahai, I'm sorry, but there are no men's clothes at home."
"...," Dahai twitched the corners of his mouth.
No, then why did you just say you'd get me clothes...
Mrs. Qin felt awkward and didn't know how to explain.
She had said it subconsciously, and only after putting the clothes in the washing machine did she realize that there were no men in the house; where would men's clothes come from?
