After fussing around, when it was time to say goodbye and Aunt Fang got back on the car, Zhou Jiao put some things into the space. It was almost time to get off work.
Zhang Guoqing first drove Zhou Jiao back and waited in the car. Glancing at the "defective goods" on the back seat, the more he thought about it, the more amusing it became, and he couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Actually, if we were to go by contemporary gift exchanges, this would already count as two major gifts.
Don't be deceived by the small amount spent. These could even be used as betrothal gifts.
Oh, his silly wife!
Forget it, I better calculate it myself.
Then, thinking of his parents at home, Zhang Guoqing sighed silently.
"Knock knock..." the sound of someone tapping on the car window rang out.
Zhang Guoqing stuck his head out and glared at Wan Dayong, "I've told you enough, aren't you getting in yet?"
Wan Dayong walked up to him, "Are you here to pick up your wife?"
