Huang Shujuan had heard Liang Xiaobao boast that he had a sister who worked as a salesperson at a cloth counter in a supply and marketing cooperative. Huang Shujuan tried to identify them just now, but couldn't tell which one it was.
There’s nothing we can do. Liang Xiaobao is too fat, and his face is deformed.
Zhang Mei and Liang Xiaohe are both pretty and good-looking, but judging from their faces, they don't look anything like Liang Xiaobao.
However, Huang Shujuan did not dare to be careless.
If Huang Shujuan and Liang Xiaobao's relationship succeeds, Liang Xiaohe will be Huang Shujuan's sister-in-law.
If the old lady died, Liang Xiaohe would definitely be the one suffering.
Perhaps it was because the people around had dispersed a little, and the air was not so turbid.
Not long after Huang Shujuan left, the old lady slowly opened her eyes.
"Auntie! Auntie, are you okay? Can you hear me?" Huang Xiuhong asked anxiously.
"Girl, thank you...thank you." The old lady's voice was weak.
"Auntie, do you have any illness? Do you have any medicine with you?" Huang Xiuhong asked.
"No, I just can't breathe. Girl, can you help me go outside and rest for a while?" The old lady looked at Huang Xiuhong expectantly.
"I..." Huang Xiuhong glanced at the cloth that was so close to her, gritted her teeth, and helped the old lady walk out.
Forget it, forget it. The old lady’s health is more important.
The cloth that doesn’t require a ticket, if you can’t buy it today, then you can’t buy it!
Anyway, she brought the cloth coupons, so she could come back to buy cloth when there were fewer people.
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