"Where's our son and his family?" Huang Huijuan walked out from the living room.
Shen Jianjun was fiddling with his motorcycle, his hands full of grease.
"I'm not sure, they should be almost here." Shen Jianjun replied.
"Then hurry up and wash your hands. They're so filthy, how can you meet guests like this?" Huang Huijuan frowned, a bit displeased.
"They're not strangers." Shen Jianjun muttered.
But he obediently went to wash his hands. Actually, he couldn't be blamed. As a car enthusiast, when he knows there's an issue with his vehicle, his first instinct is to fix it. Otherwise, his heart feels uneasy.
"Even if they're not strangers, it's their first time visiting our home. As the elder uncle, you should leave a good impression." Huang Huijuan chastised.
"Right, look at me, my mind's really muddled. You're the smart one, wife." Shen Jianjun immediately agreed with her.
