C22 This Marriage Is a Fire Pit

"My dear family, my dear mother, you've come. Please sit, quickly sit."

Mu Zhenguo stood up from his seat and welcomed him courteously.

"Uncle, Auntie, Uncle …"

Mu Xinghe greeted everyone one by one. There was no helping it, Mu Zhenguo had requested for them to call for help when they met.

"Yes!"

The woman and the middle-aged man replied indifferently and they both sat down