"They're here, they're here!" Yao Shuhan peered down from the second floor at the car that his son drove in, and quickly yanked off his newly knotted tie.
"See, your dad is even more nervous than I am." Mrs. Yao pointed at her husband's behavior as an explanation to their youngest son.
Yao Zibao smiled slightly, and when he saw his older brother bringing Jiayin up to the staircase, he suddenly said, "They're here." His parents, sitting next to him, jumped up from their chairs like a military unit, their response lightning-fast.
All along the way, Shen Jiayin had been wondering where he was taking her, dressing her in new clothes and shoes like this. Yao Zibao kept silent until he brought her to the second floor of the teahouse, where she met the entire Yao Family. He whispered in her ear, "That's my dad, my mom, and my younger brother. You've met them before, don't be nervous."
