In the afternoon, Fu Ying dragged Song Guanchao out of the house and onto the streets for a shopping spree.
"This piece of clothing is too mature, it doesn't suit you."
Fu Ying held up a yellow coat, while Song Guanchao shook his head decidedly.
"It's not for me anyway."
Fu Ying said, "You're going back to your hometown, so I'll buy a few pieces of clothing for you to take to the old lady."
Song Guanchao was stunned for a moment, then felt a bit awkward as he scratched his head.
Turns out the clothes were meant for the elderly in his family.
He wanted to say it wasn't necessary, but the words just wouldn't come out.
"Alright, you pick them."
Hearing Song Guanchao's words, Fu Ying's eyes crinkled with a smile.
In the evening.
Song Guanchao dropped Fu Ying off at Secretary Tu's house.
He didn't go in but sat in the car waiting.
At eight o'clock in the evening, Fu Ying came out.
