The day for Zhulan and Zhou Shuren to visit the Ran family had arrived; Zhou's parents followed behind them, with Lady Li still in the mood to tug at her son's sleeve.
Lady Li quietly asked, "Son, are you nervous?"
Mingyun, seeing his father also slow down, could not help but feel resigned. They had already entered the Ran Residence. If he didn't answer, his mother wouldn't let go, so he could only softly reply, "No."
Lady Li carefully looked at her son's unchanging face and, feeling disappointed, let go of her son's sleeve and quickly caught up with her husband.
Mingyun certainly wouldn't tell the truth; he was indeed a little nervous. Today was the day to set the marriage arrangement, and thinking about getting married made his ears redden slightly.
Zhulan's party had already entered the house, and a member of the Qi Clan smiled and said, "Ran Wan's father couldn't make it back, so we, the old couple, will make the decisions."
