"Huazi, you see, Qing Qing really isn't home. Why don't you head back first? When she returns, I'll talk to her."
The Fang Family had a guest early in the morning.
Although not a distinguished visitor, definitely more particular than some people, she brought several gifts.
But she just runs a convenience store, taking things from her own shop is convenient.
"True. It's not like we're outsiders, bringing gifts. Take them back."
Fang Weiguo echoed his wife, motioning to return the milk and two bottles of Baijiu.
"Fang, Sister Pan, if you have any issues with me, just say so."
"That's impossible."
Pan Hui hurriedly denied.
"Then letting me take the things back—what does that mean?"
A slightly plump woman seemed to think of something, deliberately sighed and said, "Is it because Qing Qing has now become successful, so she looks down on us...?"
"What are you saying!"
