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"Someone's here! I'll go see who it is." An Hao quickly pushed Qin Jian away, got dressed, and got out of bed.
When she opened the door, standing there was Sister Guifang from downstairs.
"Oh, it seems I knocked at an awkward time!" Zhang Guifang looked at An Hao, her hair a mess, her cheeks flushed charmingly red, her clothes deliberately straightened but still creased. Anyone could tell what had been going on.
"What are you talking about, Sister?" An Hao smiled sheepishly, "I just woke up from a nap."
"Alright, no need to explain. I've already seen Brother Qin Jian's shoes at the door." Zhang Guifang teased An Hao with a smile, "You young people have it good! Alas, we are old now."
"Don't tease me, Sister. Don't stand at the door—come in and sit down." An Hao widened the door, inviting her in.