Li Qingshen listened to Wen Jiaran's introduction and did not speak, only nodding coldly as a form of greeting.
Seeing Li Qingshen's cold demeanor, Wen Jiaran reached out, pinched her son's arm, and then smiled at the family of three in front of her, "My Qingshen is like this, not very talkative, and he's even more silent when he meets strangers."
Mrs. Zhou also followed with a smile, sincerely admiring, "Young Master Li is truly a man of fine appearance and composed demeanor. I've always wanted a son, but alas, I only had our Nuannuan. Mrs. Li, you are indeed fortunate!"
Wen Jiaran, used to hearing praises of her son, was not surprised. However, being naturally gentle and well-educated, she also smiled through pursed lips and elegantly said, "Mrs. Zhou, you are also fortunate. Miss Zhou is so beautiful, there must be many boys who like her!"
