Shu Lang must have been genuinely satisfied with yesterday's blind date. Upon hearing this, he rarely displayed a bit of embarrassment, glared at the busybody behind him, and then turned back to speak softly to Ruan Jiaojiao: "It was... it was pretty good."
The tone was also a little embarrassed.
When Ruan Jiaojiao heard this, she became even more excited. This was clearly promising.
Ever since their first year in Beidu, Grandpa Shu had been urging Shu Lang to get married. But after several years of blind dates, nothing ever came of it. Now nearing twenty-seven, twenty-eight years old, even Shu Jiao would occasionally express her impatience at home. Finally, he met someone he was satisfied with.
Ruan Jiaojiao was naturally happy for him, completely forgetting her new friend, and clung to Shu Lang, asking incessantly.
"Uncle, quickly tell me, is Aunt pretty?"
