Zhou Qing shook his head helplessly, realizing the root of the issue was right here.
But it was undeniable that the local leaders of Qingquan Town were quite adept at networking.
"And these items, all of them were gifts they sent."
"Every festival, without missing a single one!"
"Ever since you married Yufei, even more people have been sending gifts. Your dad and I rejected a lot, but still, some insisted on giving."
Zheng Xiuwen pointed at the stack of gift boxes in the living room, and involuntarily added a few words.
Zhou Qing stepped forward to check, saw that the gifts were not particularly expensive, mostly things worth around three to five thousand yuan, and chuckled, then said, "Gifts of this level don't violate any principles or policies, so since they have sent them, you and Dad might as well keep them. Of course, if someone sends something very valuable, you and Dad should be a bit cautious."
