Zhou Xueyan's eyes sparkled as she looked at Xiao Han, unsure of what he was going to do.
Xiao Han took her hand and pushed the door open directly.
Inside the room, two women and a young man were seated; hearing the door open, all of them looked over. Among them, a woman in her early forties with a slightly pale complexion and poor spirits smiled when she saw Zhou Xueyan returning.
The other middle-aged woman and the young man's expressions weren't very pleasant, especially after seeing Xiao Han holding Zhou Xueyan's hand. The young man's face looked even uglier, as if he had lost his child.
The woman with the pale face was Zhou Xueyan's mother, Jiang Xin. She was also taken aback upon seeing Xiao Han. Typically, her daughter would bring some friends home, but they were all very proper, keeping their distance; hand in hand like this had never happened before.
