"This is Aunt Zhao who lives downstairs from us," Father Xu signaled Xu Huo to say hello.
Madam Zhao clearly knew who Xu Huo was. After greeting him, she quickly excused herself, not wanting to delay their family reunion.
"Do we have good relations with our neighbors?" Xu Huo caught the apple that Tongtong tossed to him.
"We always greet each other when we see each other in the building," Father Xu said, "Besides, we can't leave the area, usually just walking around in the community. She and your Aunt Yu are close and often bring over vegetables."
Ms. Yu, upon noticing Xu Huo's gaze, became somewhat nervous, "Could she be a problem? Should we talk to the Special Defense Department about her?"
"No need," Xu Huo turned to his father, "I didn't sleep well on the plane, I'm going to catch up on some more sleep."
Father Xu nodded repeatedly, "Your room is on the second floor, at the very end."
