Watching He Qianhui seriously introduce the cup,
Zhang Hao couldn't say he was unhappy, but he felt it was somewhat luxurious yet impractical.
Each time He Qianhui went on a business trip, she would be back in at most a couple of weeks.
As the saying goes, "Absence makes the heart grow fonder," and whenever he knew that Qianhui would be back in a few days,
he would start looking forward to it. On the day he picked her up, they would definitely have a few rounds at home before they could sleep.
"Do you think the cup is useful?"
He Qianhui tilted her head, looking at the object in her hand, falling into doubt.
Then she took the cup and placed it between her legs, performing a pantomime.
"How would I know? But I asked the shop owner, and he said it's their best-seller in the store,"
"Everyone who has used it says it's good, and it's not cheap either."
Zhang Hao took the cup and examined it carefully in his hands.