Yan Wentao rushed over, his head drenched in sweat. After catching his breath, he went to greet his elders, and his gaze finally settled on Madam Zhou.
"Aunt Zhou...."
Madam Zhou, worried that Yan Wentao might say something untimely, quickly interrupted him, "You are such a simple-hearted child. Even if your older brother is going to Beijing, there's no need for you to rush over like this. Even if you hadn't come, your brother wouldn't have blamed you."
Madam Li watched her nephew's anxious face and glanced at Daohua, knowing that this girl must have told Wentao about Jingwan's Beijing marriage proposal.
However, Madam Zhou's attitude had already made it very clear. If their family continued to linger, it would seem unduly persistent.
Madam Li also feared that Yan Wentao might speak out of turn, potentially embarrassing both families. She promptly said with a smile, "Your older brother has already boarded the ship, you should go and say goodbye to him."