These, as a father, Zhuang Fuqiang cannot give to Zhuang Tong.
A sigh expressed his heartfelt feelings.
"Uncle, Aunt, come and have some fruit, I just bought it this morning."
Nie Qingqing walked out of the kitchen with a fruit platter, smiling and greeting.
"Thank you, Qingqing."
Madam Zhuang sat on the sofa, expressing gratitude.
"Click!"
At this moment, the crisp sound of the door lock rang, followed by the door being pushed open.
As the door was pushed open, Lin Xian couldn't help but be taken aback.
He saw a pair of middle-aged people sitting on the sofa, while Zhuang Tong and Nie Qingqing were holding fruit trays,
hosting them.
Not only he, but Zhuang Fuqiang and Madam Zhuang were also stunned.
Zhuang Xing was the first to react, she quickly walked to Lin Xian's side and whispered, "Dear, I'm really sorry. My parents came too suddenly, there was no time to notify you in advance."
