"I'm sorry, but I don't think we need to talk anymore," Xu Xue'er said coldly, ready to leave, but was stopped by her own sister and forcibly pulled back.
"Can you at least let people finish speaking?" Xu Yue'er was somewhat angry with her sister's behavior. After all, this was their thirtieth-something blind date, and right off the bat, you ask if they have a car and if they must have this or that kind of house, not to mention a seven-figure bank account. Nowadays, it's decent if a young person even has a hundred thousand; being so materialistic is not a good thing.
