In the bright and spacious living room, the TV continuously played a spy war drama. Under the seemingly enthusiastic invitation of Huaiyi's aunt, Xiang Qichen sat on the sofa next to Huaiyi. On the main seat were the grandparents, and across...
was Huaiyi's aunt, looking at Xiang Qichen with a smile in her eyes.
Zhou Huaiyi cast a barely noticeable glance at her aunt, full of disdain in her heart, she rolled her eyes internally: Really turning into the host here, whose house is this anyway.
Xiang Qichen lifted a few bags of health products from beside his feet, nodded politely, and said, "Hello, grandpa and grandma, I'm Qi Chen, Huaiyi's boyfriend. These are for you to supplement your health occasionally."
Grandpa always smiled politely and said, "Since you're Huaiyi's boyfriend, you're family. No need to be so formal."
Grandma joked along, "Yes, we've already got one foot in the grave, eating these would be a waste, wouldn't it?"
