At first, my dad didn't like my husband, a scholar-like son-in-law, but a transformation changed his mind. My sofa is so big that my father tried several times but couldn't get in. My husband, who has been quietly leaning inside, took out a ruler and measured the dimensions of each side of the sofa and the width of the door, drew a picture, and got the sofa in three steps, and the impression improved instantly. My dad's door is crooked, and there is no level at home. It's too late. At that time, my husband tied a stone with a rope and it was there. ...