"A lady with the last name Yan?"
Mr. Ji repeated thoughtfully, raising his hand to undo the tie around his neck and, as was habitual, handing it over to his wife.
He appeared to be in his forties or fifties, with prematurely greyed hair at the temples from overwork, and his impeccably tailored suit outlined the shrewd image of a businessman.
"Yes, from the looks of it, our son seems quite pleased with that girl surnamed Yan recently, what's her name again..." Mrs. Ji neatly folded the tie she had taken, tapping her forehead in frustration, "My memory is really getting worse, I only remember it's a two-character name, but for the life of me can't think of the second word."
