"Of course, it's no trouble at all! I've already talked it over with my parents, and they're both eager to meet you." Li Ruonan grabbed the man's arm, the long-missed warmth bringing an irrepressible smile to her face.
She half pulled and half dragged the young man to the second floor of the house and opened the door to find her parents already seated at the dining table.
"Mom, Dad, this is our new tenant."
The dim light illuminated the cozy room as her father looked up at the young man. He adjusted his glasses and gestured for the young man to make himself comfortable, "Come, take a seat."
"Good evening, Uncle, Auntie," said the young man politely, with an air of refinement. He carried the Spiritual Altar over and sat down at the dining table.
"What are you doing wandering around by yourself so late at night? Have you nowhere to go?" Li Ruonan's mother, her hair tied up, looked the image of domestic virtue.