Perhaps because she was used to spending time with Huo Zhixing and Jiang Can, she didn't have that concept of a wealthy and powerful family. But when she was with Huo Zhishu and Fan Yawen, she became a bit more reserved.

Especially Fan Ya-wen.

She sat there gracefully, dressed in a magnificent cheongsam that shimmered with light, and draped with a shawl in the same color scheme as the cheongsam, which made her look noble and elegant.

Even the tassels on the shawl exude an air of luxury.

She looked at Pei Nian quietly, scrutinizing her from head to toe, but her calm expression revealed nothing.

“Niannian, these are my parents.” Huo Jingnan held Pei Nian’s hand the whole time. “Dad, Mom, this is Pei Nian.”

Pei Nian nodded respectfully.

Huo Zhishu beamed, praising his son's excellent taste. His approachable demeanor eased Pei Nian's worries.

However, at that moment, two soft coughs were heard.

Fan Yawen crossed her arms, smiled slightly, looked at Huo Jingnan, and said slowly, her tone carrying three parts sarcasm and five parts arrogance:

"Son, this is the girlfriend you chose? Ha, she looks so-so!"

Huo Jingnan frowned, looking utterly dejected.

"Hehe... Pei Nian?" Fan Yawen said again, "I heard you saved Granny Fu?"

"Mom..." Huo Jingnan winked at her.

I repeatedly told them not to talk like that before they came! I didn't expect it to still happen...

"What?" Fan Ya-wen asked with a smug look. "Don't you know what 'granny' means? Can't you understand English?"

“Mom,” Huo Jingnan said with a forced smile, “with your broken English, most people really…wouldn’t understand it.”