"What's going on?" Ji Shuanglin saw that his wife was being all mysterious.
"Look here." Meng Qingmei pointed to the box at the living room entrance, "Did you see it?"
"A box, huh? What's so special about it?" Ji Shuanglin was completely puzzled, like a monk trying to understand the situation.
"When have you ever seen Ji Chuan bring two boxes home? One of them isn't Ji Chuan's..." Meng Qingmei walked closer and was about to set the box down when suddenly she heard a woman's soft sigh from inside the room.
"Did our son bring a woman home?" Ji Shuanglin's sudden excitement made his head buzz with heat, "No way. Your son actually brought a woman home without saying a word!"
"Shh..." Meng Qingmei quickly covered Ji Shuanglin's mouth, "Lower your voice! You'll scare them! Let me listen and see what's going on?"
"What are you listening for? Just knock on the door and let our son know we're here."
