In her moment of hesitation, Huang Xiaojue had already grabbed her hand, leading her confidently towards their home.
As Huang Xiaojue's mother opened the door and saw them, she was genuinely pleased. "Son, you're finally home. Come in quickly. Xixi, you come in too. These are the new slippers I bought for you both this morning; they're very warm."
Xixi hadn't expected such warmth and felt rather ill at ease.
She swapped her shoes for the slippers and entered. Hearing them, Huang's father emerged from the kitchen.
Huang's father was a typical local man. He worked to support his family, did household chores, and was the type to hand over his entire salary. He stood there in an apron, spatula in hand, and was momentarily taken aback upon seeing Yan Xixi. Then, he silently approved. This young woman is indeed top-notch; no wonder our son is so set on marrying her.
