So Jiang's mother had called ahead to inform them.
After all, a whole slew of people suddenly showing up wouldn't do any good—if it scared the daughter-in-law too much.
What could Jiang Ye say?
Everyone was already on the plane, could he make them turn around and head back home immediately?
"Got it, send me a message when you get off the plane."
"Ah, don't worry about that. Just take good care of Lu."
Tsk tsk.
"Okay!"
Did that even need to be said?
After hanging up the phone, Jiang Ye arrived at his front door.
He took out his keys and unlocked the door.
As soon as he opened it, the person inside turned to look, holding an apple that she had already taken several bites out of.
Jiang Ye immediately smiled:
"Hungry?" he asked.
The woman nodded:
"A little. Are these... all from Coach Qin's place?"
Like a bandit plundering the village, huh?
What could be done?
Old Qin's wife was always generous and never stingy.
