Zhang Guoqiang carried the things to Xiao Wu's room and heard his mother's and wife's laughter from afar. He felt joyful and shouted, "Mom, we're all back."
"Oh my, where's Xiao Wu? Why are there so many fabrics?" Mother Zhang heard the voice of her second son and hurriedly came out, surprised by the amount of fabric she saw.
Zhang Guoqiang secretly chuckled; this isn't even that much, she'll really be shocked later. "There's more that they'll bring in shortly; it's all for making curtains and bedcovers." After saying this, he put down the fabric and turned around to go outside.
Zhou Jiao stepped forward to look at the coarse fabric and then saw her mother come in first, "Mom, where's Dad?"
