612 moved everything out of the house.

Mrs. Zhao was not one to hold back, "Of course, I was going to see my mother anyway, and I naturally have to discuss this matter with her properly. We aren't even married yet, and he's already learned to grab everything for himself!"

"You..." Watching the arrogant Mrs. Zhao, Ye Gaosheng was about to explode with anger.

Looking at the fabric in his arms, Ye Gaosheng's good mood had also disappeared.

Right now, it was neither appropriate to give the fabric away nor to keep it.

After much thought, Ye Gaosheng still decided to send it over.

Otherwise, wouldn't it seem like he was scared of Mrs. Zhao?

Moreover, this was the home of his parents, himself, and his younger sister. They had separated from the rest of the family a long time ago; Mrs. Zhao had no right to call the shots regarding his affairs.

Compared to Mrs. Zhao, when the servant delivered the items to the main house and explicitly said they were for Ye Qinghua, she immediately broke into a smile.