Chu Tingting led Huang Xiaolong and Jing Xiaoxi back home.
They knocked on the door.
The door was opened by a pretty woman, who looked a bit like Chu Tingting but with a softer and more graceful presence.
No need to guess, she was Chu Tingting's biological mother.
"Tingting! You're back!" Mother Chu's eyes instantly lit up with joy at the sight of Chu Tingting. She stepped aside quickly. "Come in, your dad's here too."
"What's he here for?" Chu Tingting entered with a hint of displeasure.
Huang Xiaolong followed Chu Tingting with a cheerful expression on his face, while Jing Xiaoxi walked behind him, her head bowed.
"Oh?" Mother Chu glanced at Huang Xiaolong and seemed to ponder in thought. "Please come in, please come in."
The house was rather spacious, with four bedrooms and two living rooms and two large balconies at front and back, covering about 300 square meters. Quite impressive indeed.
On the living room sofa, there sat a middle-aged man, drinking tea.
