Mr. Zhao, Mrs. Zhao, and Zhao Hui all came down.
Mr. Zhao and Mrs. Zhao were surprisingly reserved when they saw Chen Xiao.
"Chen... Chen..."
"Chen Xiao!" Seeing her parents stutter, unsure what to call him, Zhao Xiangjun chimed in, letting them know they could just use his name.
Chen Xiao quickly added, "Hello, sir, ma'am! I'm Chen Xiao. You can just call me by my name, or Xiao Chen is fine too!"
Chen Xiao wasn't exceptionally tall, but at 178 cm, he wasn't short either—just a little above average.
With his refined and handsome features, Mr. and Mrs. Zhao took an instant liking to him.
But seeing the sheer amount of gifts in the trunk and the frunk, they chided him gently, "You're just visiting, why on earth did you bring so much?"
"He must think we're running a convenience store and he's here to restock the shelves!" Zhao Xiangjun snarked from the side.
"Don't be rude," Mr. Zhao said, shooting his daughter a glare.
