"Why are you here?" He blurted out.
"Chris ...." Before the girl could even respond, he pulled me straight into the house.
The girl closed the door and suddenly took the thing from his hand with a look of surprise on her face. "This thing is very expensive, it's not easy for you to make money, so don't buy it next time."
Christopher's father, Reynold Hunt, who was standing beside me, gave me a faint glance and spoke up, "Brielle is right. Some people like to use other people's money as they please. They squander it before they even get married."
"Dear, please sit down and have some tea. You must be tired from carrying things." Christopher's mother, Paula Hunt, kicked the thing into the corner without considering my feelings at all.
I had always known that my boyfriend's parents disliked me and looked down on me for having no family background.
However, I still felt a little uneasy as it was the first time I visited my boyfriend's house in such a proper manner.
Christopher and I were college classmates. We had been supported all the way to the present. I worked in a listed company, while Christopher worked as a department manager in a state-owned enterprise.