"He Bowen?"
"I remember now, you're Yu Ling's nephew, right?"
After hearing He Bowen's introduction, Yan Luoshui's mother suddenly understood.
So he was the one who was introduced to Luoshui by her friend.
"Yes, Auntie."
He Bowen said with a smile.
He came to the airport today only after hearing from his aunt that Yan Luoshui's parents would be arriving in Jiangzhou.
"You seem nice, He. A fine young man."
Yan Luoshui's mother was quite satisfied looking at He Bowen, since he was introduced by her friend.
As for Yan Luoshui's father, he just nodded and didn't say much, appearing very calm.
"Oh, by the way, Auntie, I brought a small gift."
While speaking, He Bowen took out an exquisite wooden box.
Opening the box, inside lay a very beautiful small bowl.
"This is a fine piece from the imperial kiln—a pastels bowl with auspicious motifs and concealed dragon pattern."
Imperial kiln treasure?