As soon as Su Xiaoxiao got home, she met her mother Liu Cuilan's expectant gaze.
"Xiaoxiao, how did the gathering at your department store go today?"
Su Xiaoxiao hurried all the way home, feeling extremely thirsty. She quickly grabbed the enamel cup on the table and downed a large gulp of cold water before she caught her breath.
"It was okay, but it kept me busy all day long."
Liu Cuilan immediately got excited and leaned closer to her: "Of course. My daughter is so pretty, those young men probably lined up all the way from our house to the village entrance, waiting to see you. Come on, tell me, did you fancy anyone?"
"Fancy anyone?"
Su Xiaoxiao was a bit confused. She went there to be a hostess, not for a matchmaking event. How could she have fancy any young man?
"The young men who came to see you. Did you not fancy even one?"
Liu Cuilan was a bit anxious. Her third daughter was perfect in every way, except her standards were too high.
