Listening to Chen Dashan, Zhou Hui's face turned red. Her heart was pounding, and she bit her lower lip, saying, "What nonsense are you talking about?"
"Those things just get in the way when worn. I don't like them."
As they talked, they had already returned to the main hall.
Zhou Hui put down the bundle in her hands and continued,
"Dashan, I know you're earning money now, but please don't waste it. There will be plenty of places to spend money in the future."
"When the time comes, you need to get married and have children, and children need to go to school—all of that costs money..."
Before Zhou Hui could finish, Chen Dashan interrupted her with a smile,
"Sister-in-law, that box earlier is a gift for you. Why don't you open it and take a look?"
"For me?"
Zhou Hui was taken aback and bit her lower lip, saying, "It's neither a festival nor my birthday—what's the gift for?"
