"Mom and Dad, these are gifts Yun Hao bought for you!" Chu Yan took the gifts from Yun Hao and placed them on the coffee table in front of them. She picked out a particularly delicate gift box and handed it to her mother.
"Haha, alright, alright, have a seat first. Dinner is almost ready. I'll go check and wash my hands, then we can eat!" Chu Yan's mother seemed kind and gentle. Though she was over fifty, it was clear that she must have been a beauty when she was young; otherwise, with Chu Tianxiang's genes alone, they wouldn't have had such a beautiful daughter like Chu Yan.
"Xiao Yun, what do you do for a living?" As soon as Chu Yan's mother left, her aunt was the first to ask.
"Oh, I'm a marketing assistant at a company."
