Mu Qiu answered the phone, curious as she went to open the door.
Outside the door was a large cardboard box, with a simple flat cart with wheels underneath it.
She gave it a push, finding it fairly easy to move.
"What's this?" she asked.
Cheng Zhirang simply said, "I think it's something you might like. Can you move it? If it's too heavy, wait for me to come over and move it."
Mu Qiu was already pushing the box into the house. She stopped at his words, frowned, but showed no change in her expression and said, "It is a bit heavy indeed."
"But it's best if you don't come over lately, paparazzi make things dangerous between people."
Cheng Zhirang was silent for two seconds, then he chuckled helplessly: "So should I come over or not?"
The first half of her statement says the box is heavy, while the second half says he'd better not come, so should he come or not?
Mu Qiu weighed it in her mind and said, "Better not, it's not safe."
"Alright."
