Seeing his elder brother with such a pitiful look, Huo Yingjie's conscience stirred under Huo Yingjun's gaze, and he gave a couple of dry coughs.
"Grandpa, if Brother wanted to choose a different girl, he would have done so long ago," Huo Yingjie said, "Since he's been going in circles for so many years and still can't let go, that means he truly likes her. In that case, Grandpa and Grandma need to put in more effort. After all, our aunt is an elder, and Brother, as the younger one, shouldn't contradict her directly. But if you say a few good words, that would make a difference."
Old Master Huo listened, smiled faintly and responded, "Ah, you young people! Well, let it be. Your grandma and I will talk to your mother about this, so you don't have to worry all the time."
With Grandpa's words, Huo Yingjun seemed as if he had taken a reassuring pill, and he repeatedly thanked, "Thank you so much, Grandpa."