No matter how strong Mo Wen was, he could not help but tear up when he entered his home.
Qin Xiaoyou held on to the corner of his shirt anxiously while looking at her feet. She hid behind Mo Wen like a shy deer.
The figure in the kitchen turned around. It was a middle-aged woman dressed in an old shirt made of rough material. However, her clothes were very clean.
"Little stone, you have finally come home! Why are you standing at the door in a daze? Quick, come in and sit down. This lady is so beautiful. Come in and sit, make yourself at home."
Mo Wen's mother sized Qin Xiaoyou up and then pulled her into the house by her hand with a smile. Her son had brought a girl home; how would she be unaware of what's happening?
Qin Xiaoyou blushed. "Hello Auntie, my name is Qin Xiaoyou," she said softly with her head lowered.