Ye Zhan heard Qin Qingqing's explanation, catching a hint of concern in her tone, a glint of light flashed across his dark eyes.
He approached the sofa and politely greeted Wen Ran, "You must be Aunt Wen. I met you when I was a child. All these years and you still look so young and beautiful."
Wen Ran smiled at the impressive young man before her. He seemed to be older than Ziyi, though handsome and with a gentle demeanor.
This is a remarkable young man.
No worse than her son.
"You've met me? That must have been when you were very young."
Wen Ran stood up and joked, "Otherwise, you wouldn't say I still look young and beautiful."
"Aunt Wen, you're really funny."
Ye Zhan raised a handsome eyebrow gently and said truthfully, "The first time I saw you, I was just over two years old, but the second time I was eight. You even talked to me, I remember it clearly and wouldn't forget."
"You're called Ye Zhan?"
Wen Ran was a bit unsure.
