Zhao Gushen brought the hairy crabs.
The mooncakes made personally by Ye Fei were carried by Ye Fei herself.
Xiao Mo walked between the two, his hands held by Zhao Gushen and Ye Fei, one person holding each hand.
Stepping up the three-tiered steps, they arrived at the entrance to the old house. Xiao Mo kept taking deep breaths.
Right now, the tension is even worse than when he met Dad's friends and those little buddies last night.
Zhao Gushen saw that the always playful Xiao Mo wasn't speaking, and he looked down at the little guy, whose tense little face was serious.
Even Ye Fei was constantly taking deep breaths, completely unable to relax.
Zhao Gushen knew that at this moment, no matter how he reassured them that the elders at home would definitely like them and told them not to worry, it was of no use.
Therefore, Zhao Gushen decided not to say anything.
Without waiting for Ye Fei and Xiao Mo to react, he had already pressed the doorbell.
