Zhao Youming's face suddenly changed color when he heard the words "girlfriend." Although it was only for a moment, Zhao Youlin still caught it.
"Cousin, why... Why did you suddenly think of asking this?" Zhao Youming appeared visibly nervous.
Zhao Youlin stared at Zhao Youming's face for a long time before she withdrew her gaze. She chuckled and said, "I saw that many of the invited guests at the banquet have brought their daughters. Many of those girls seem to inch their way to you. It can be seen that you're very popular with women. Moreover, you're not exactly young anymore. Take me for example. I'm only one or two years older than Chief Zhao. I already have a five-year-old boy. Shouldn't you consider finding yourself a girl to talk to?"
When Zhao Youming heard Zhao Youlin's words, he heaved a faint sigh of relief, but his expression became a little awkward.
