Chen Jingbo looked at Shen Weilan, his gaze as sharp as a torch, landing on her face. He said, "Let's just use names. I'm Chen Jingbo."
Mrs. Chen's eyes flickered with something and she smiled, saying, "Just call each other by name, we're all young people here, no need for formalities. Weilan, how old are you?"
"Madam, I'm twenty-two years old," Weilan replied.
"Twenty-two," Mrs. Chen muttered to herself. "Eight years younger than our Xiaojing."
Chen Jingbo glanced at Mrs. Chen, his eyes twinkling, but he didn't say anything.
Mrs. Chen looked at Chen Jingbo for a moment, then smiled and turned towards Weilan. "Weilan, you both sit, I'll go upstairs and make a call to Old Yu, see if we can expedite the process."
Saying this, Mrs. Chen stood up.
Weilan quickly followed suit. "Madam, I appreciate it."
"It's no trouble." Mrs. Chen gave Weilan a gentle smile and looked at Chen Jingbo again, saying, "Xiaojing, is your matchmaking event happening or not?"
