"Ah Cheng, off work?"
The door was opened by Grandma Zhou, her face beaming with kindness.
Fang Cheng, with a gift box tucked under his arm, peeked into the house.
Upon seeing a large cream cake on the table, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
"Brother Cheng, you're back?"
At that moment, Zhou Xiumei was standing on a stool, on tiptoes, hanging streamers and balloons on the wall.
"Brother Fang Cheng!"
A skinny figure crouched beside her, struggling to keep the stool steady.
Upon seeing Fang Cheng, she called out at once.
It was Wen Xin.
Fang Cheng, holding the gift box, walked into the house and asked with some surprise:
"Xiu Mei, Wen Xin, have you guys met already?"
After Zhou Xiumei finished tying a pink balloon, she hopped off the stool.
Then she explained the situation:
"I saw you hadn't come home so late, so I went downstairs and called Wen Xin up."
After that, she looked at Fang Cheng with a hint of reproach:
