Led by Fang Xiaozhou, Gao Fei goes through the patio and comes to the main hall of the courtyard.

In front of the door, there are reed woven curtains, glazed tiles and window lattice on the faded eaves, which give people the illusion of going back to the Republic of China, but it is so real.

Just as Fang was about to open the curtain, Gao Jiancheng was the first to lift the curtain.

Looking at his son, Gao Jiancheng nodded and said softly, "come in."

"Xiaofei, don't be nervous. Your grandfather and your uncle are actually very approachable."

Fang said in a low voice, stepped over the threshold and went in.

Although Fang Xiaochuan comforts Gao Fei not to be nervous, she is nervous every time she meets the old man and the No. 1 chief. Although she is an indispensable member of the family, she comes from a grassroots family after all, and Gao family is a red family. Virtually, in front of Gao parents, she will feel inferior at the bottom of her heart.

Although the house can be regarded as an ancient building, the main hall has a large area and good lighting.

Under the wall of chongmen, there is a table of eight immortals. On both sides, there is a carved chair. An old man with white hair is sitting on the upper seat, with a crutch in his hands and a straight waist.

Although he sat so casually, it gave people a kind of prestige of a Grand Marshal with millions of soldiers standing on the parade platform, and his whole body exuded an invisible upper breath.

There is a round stool on the left head of the old man. The No.1 leader, who is familiar to the people all over the country, is like a refined university professor. There is a faint smile in his eyes when he looks at the door.

The old man of the Gao family and the No.1 chief were sitting. No matter how majestic they were outside, the rest of them, including Gao Jiancheng, only stood here. These dozen people, male and female, old and young, were close relatives of the Gao family.

As soon as the boat entered the door, it stood obediently behind the door.

After entering the room, she knew that she had no right to speak on her own.

After Gao Fei stepped into the main hall, he hesitated a little at the door and raised his head.

At first glance, he did not look at the old man on the chair, but first observed the people on both sides.

The people standing on both sides of the table, just like the ministers of culture and military in the early dynasties in ancient times, all looked at Gao Fei. When everyone's eyes were opposite, some nodded at him, some laughed at him, and of course some were indifferent to him, such as the seven or eight month old baby held by a young woman——

When Gao Fei looked at these people, Fang Xiaochuan was beating a drum in her heart and prayed to her son not to be stage fright, because she was so nervous that she was at a loss.

It doesn't matter if she's nervous. She's Gao's daughter-in-law anyway.

But if Gao Fei is nervous, he will be looked down upon by others. After all, he is the direct grandson of the Gao family.

Goofy didn't let Fang down.

In fact, when he looked at the No. 1 chief, his eyes did not fluctuate.

This is not to say how strong Gao Fei's determination is. In fact, as he said, no matter how powerful the No. 1 leader is, what's the matter?

Anyway, he's not an official. If he's not easy to get along in Gao's family or even in China, he can get away with it. As the saying goes, he's free to go, so why love an onion.

Finally, Gao Fei's eyes fell on old man Gao's face.

Old man Gao's eyes, which were slightly narrowed, suddenly opened. It seemed that a cold light flashed by, and he locked Gao Fei's eyes.

After seeing this, Fang Xiaozhou felt the pressure that Gao Fei was facing.

Although these are only the two eyes of Gao, she knows very well that what kind of status Gao Fei will have in Gao's family will be decided in Gao's eyes.