Yue Xiaohu wasn't wrong; the sound of keys quickly followed.
The door opened, and Yue Qingqing peeked inside.
"Dad, Mom, I'm back."
"Oh, my precious daughter."
Zhang Ying, who was just mocking her husband, pushed Yue Jiandong aside and jogged towards her daughter, wiping her hands on her apron.
"The trip must have been tiring, come on in."
Jiang Jingze followed her with a bunch of bags in his hands.
"Hello, Auntie." He greeted Yue Jiandong inside, "Hello, Uncle."
Yue Jiandong, relying on the authority a father-in-law has over a son-in-law, responded arrogantly.
Zhang Ying was much more enthusiastic.
"Xiaojiang, why did you bring so many things? The trip must have been exhausting. Why are you just standing there? Hurry up and help!"
The last sentence was naturally directed at Yue Jiandong.
Yue Jiandong touched his nose and had no choice but to walk over indignantly to help with the bags.
