Old Hao went to work today with a lot on his mind, constantly thinking about whether to support Zhang Yu or stay on his side.
Old Hao pondered all day but still couldn't figure out how things should develop.
Thinking and thinking, caught in indecision, it was finally time to get off work.
"Stop thinking about it, why bother thinking so much." Old Hao felt like a fool, a big fool indeed.
Spending time on this is just foolish behavior, he thought. He'd know the outcome once he got home.
Old Hao quickly washed his hands and briskly walked home, planning to wait at the door for Zhang Yu and his wife, to see if Xiao Qiao would bring back the radio.
If not, the truth would be clear: Xiao Qiao just said it to save face and make the old lady happy.
Old Hao could understand a little, but he wanted to say that while saving face is good, one shouldn't step on others to climb up.
Although Old Hao was walking briskly, it didn't stop him from thinking about his next moves for the evening.
