Simon walked into the living room a little cautiously. Although he didn't look around, he could see the furnishings from the corner of his eye. He knew that the Leon family was much better than he had imagined. At least, he had never seen a better house than this so far. Even he and Frank had to get the owner's permission before they could enter the community and then drive them to the front door.
Simon's hands were sweating from nervousness, and he kept rubbing his pants. When he saw Vivian get up, he quickly greeted her, "Hello, Auntie."
Vivian noticed Simon's little gesture and replied with a smile, "Simon, welcome to our house. It's your first time here, so you're not used to it, right? You'll be familiar with Frank after you come here often. Hurry and sit down. I'll cut some fruit for you."
Vivian pressed Simon's shoulder and sat him down on the sofa. When Leon heard this, he came forward and said, "Mom, sit down. Don't tire yourself out. I'll go cut it."
