At that moment, the living room of Bai Menghan's home was filled with people of all ages.
A quick glance revealed at least a dozen people.
Of course, as Bai Menghan and Fang Chenyi pushed the door open and walked in, all dozen or so pairs of eyes in the living room focused on Fang Chenyi.
"You must be Chenyi. You should have just come yourself, why did you bring gifts? Come in, come in."
Seeing the middle-aged woman who came to greet him, Fang Chenyi quickly smiled and said:
"Hello. It's so nice to finally meet you. I've wanted to visit for a long time, but I've been swamped with things recently. I'm sorry for being late, I hope you don't mind."
It was just like the old saying about a mother sizing up her son-in-law; the more Bai Menghan's mother looked at the dashing young man before her, the more she liked him. She took the gifts from Fang Chenyi, placed them on the coffee table, and turned to Bai Menghan, saying:
