After searching through all the memories related to Tang Shuo in the original body's mind, Tang Huan still couldn't understand why Tang Shuo had such a crazy behavior.

Didn't she say she was married the last time she called?

I don’t think you ever mentioned that she was a widow?

So he wants to introduce a gay man to a married woman...

Is it considered promiscuity these days? Is Tang Shuo my biological brother? Or is he my enemy like Tang Yuandao?

Wait until the weekend and go to the post office to make a phone call to ask.

After putting the letter in the drawer, Tang Huan put away the books one by one, took a biography of Emperor Taizong of Tang and placed it next to the bed, ready to read it if he couldn't sleep at night.

Tang Huan took the small stack of Great Unity notes and counted them. It was five hundred yuan.

Judging from the amount of money, Tang Huan felt that Tang Shuo definitely did not want to harm her and there was definitely a misunderstanding.

Whoever harms someone should give the other person 500 yuan.

With the one thousand yuan her mother-in-law gave her for selling her job last time, plus the five hundred yuan given by Tang Shuo, and the seven hundred yuan in Tang Huan's own hands, she is now a wealthy woman with some money.

She found out that an ordinary courtyard now costs at least five or six thousand yuan, and she still lacks more than half of that.

After putting the money into a small red bag and then wrapping the bag in an iron box, Tang Huan suddenly felt that the closet was not safe.

The old couple certainly don’t care about her money, but what if there is a thief in the house?

After standing on a stool and searching for a while, and then squatting on the ground to look around, Tang Huan found a rope to secure the iron box under the bed.

After tying it up, she even imitated a thief looking for something and looked under the bed. The place where she tied it was a blind spot, perfect!

After hiding the money, Tang Huan went out to talk to her mother-in-law.

Meng Qinghe had already returned from get off work and was talking to Meng Zeyan on the phone in the house. Tang Huan could still hear his father-in-law talking when he passed by.

As if he had been waiting for her, as soon as she passed by, Meng Qinghe shouted to the door: "Xiao Huan, come here! Ze Yan has something to tell you."

"Oh~" Tang Huan took a few steps back and walked into the main house.

As soon as she appeared, Meng Qinghe handed the receiver to her, stood up and walked out to help his wife with some work.

Holding the receiver, Tang Huan took a few deep breaths and put the receiver to his ear, "Brother, do you have something to talk to me about?"

"Yeah." Meng Zeyan's calm voice came through the receiver. "How's your knee? Is the wound open?"

This was the first time Tang Huan and Meng Zeyan spoke on the phone after a telephone was installed at home.

Tang Huan held the receiver and slowly circled his fingers on the wire connecting the receiver and the phone. Was the "hmm" he said in response to her "brother" or did he mean that there was something wrong?

"It's fine. It doesn't hurt and there's no cracking." Tang Huan replied.

She really had nothing to say to him, so she answered whatever he asked.

Meng Zeyan didn't intend to hang up the phone, and asked her again: "Did you pick up the things your brother sent?"

"I took it." Talking about this, Tang Huan really felt the urge to confide in others. He kept it a secret and asked, "Do you know what he sent me?"

Meng Zeyan guessed, "Clothes or local specialties?"

Look, this is what a normal person would think of, but unfortunately: “None of them, he sent me a box of books!”

The postage for something this heavy wouldn't be too low, right?

"Books? Review materials?" Meng Zeyan guessed again that her brother was quite thoughtful.

"..." Tang Huan spoke after a while, his voice full of endless resentment, "He sent me more than twenty biographies of the emperor..."

Meng Zeyan hadn't anticipated this and made a blind guess: "He wants you to major in history in college?"

Every time he said something, Tang Huan felt like he was stabbed in the air. I wish Tang Shuo really thought so!

"The letter told me to read it carefully and gain more insights, to be kind to others and myself." Doesn't this sound like advice for goodness? "Does he think I'm not kind?"