"He Bowen?"
"I remember now, you are Yu Ling's nephew."
After listening to He Bowen's introduction, Yan Luoshui's mother had an epiphany.
It turned out he was the prospective partner her friend introduced to Luoshui.
"Yes, Auntie."
He Bowen said with a smile.
He had also heard from his aunt that Yan Luoshui's parents would be coming to Jiangzhou today, so he had come to the airport.
"Young He is commendable, quite the handsome gentleman."
Yan Luoshui's mother was satisfied with He Bowen, especially since he was someone introduced by her friend.
As for Yan Luoshui's father, he just nodded, saying nothing, his reaction neutral.
"By the way, Auntie, I brought a small gift."
As he spoke, He Bowen took out an exquisite wooden box.
Opening the box, it revealed an exceptionally beautiful small bowl.
"This is an imperial kiln masterpiece – a pink-enamel auspicious fruit and abundance incised dragon pattern large bowl."
An imperial kiln masterpiece?
