With the success of Xinyue's career and her age, her marriage was already a top priority in the Lu family.
Han Qingwan had introduced her to the grandsons of old friends and family friends. There had been at least 80 of them.
"Grandma, I don't want to see him." Xinyue was not in the mood.
Han Qingwan held her hand. "They all say that you have someone you like. Where is he? Could he just be a figure in your fantasy? Otherwise, why wouldn't he come to see you on your birthday?"
Xinyue lowered her eyes guiltily.
There was an unspoken mutual understanding between her and Luo Lin.
However, they had never confessed to each other.
He had never made any promises.
She never said anything either.
It was as if this was how the two of them got along.
"Xinyue, companionship is the best love. If the person you like is an illusion, you'll have a hard time," Han Qingwan said earnestly.
Xinyue could not refute her.
