Sun Min typed rapidly with one hand while pondering how to get Zhao Jiao to give up on Wen Nian without hurting her pride.
Sun Min: Sister Jiao, how should I put it? Wen Nian has her own standards for choosing a partner. It's not that your son isn't outstanding, but it's about relationships.Your son might not be her type.
Zhao Jiao lay on the sofa and yawned. She had been bothered by Shen Mo for the entire night and needed to catch up on some sleep.
Sister Jiao: "I know her standards very well. My son is her type."
Sister Jiao: Let's pause our conversation for now; there's something urgent to attend to. We'll talk later.
Sun Min and Zhou Bei looked at each other. "It seems that Sister Jiao will only know how to give up when Wen Nian announces her relationship. At that time, we'll know our place and stop talking about this topic. Otherwise, it'll be awkward."
