"I know you're close to Yuan Ling and you care about her a lot."
At this, Zhao Lu's expression softened, and she spoke with deep concern, "But let's put ourselves in her shoes for a moment. Isn't Yuan Ling twenty-two this year? In the countryside, if you're still unmarried at twenty-two, wouldn't you be considered an 'old maid'?"
Zhang Xiaofang nodded blankly, not quite understanding what Zhao Lu meant.
"Since Yuan Ling is at the age where she should be thinking about marriage, and she doesn't have anyone she likes, why can't we introduce her to someone decent?"
"The ones coming later are all powerful big shots; if one of them takes a fancy to Yuan Ling, won't she have made it then?" Zhao Lu smiled, her face a picture of someone considering the well-being of her employees.
"Made it?" Zhang Xiaofang frowned.
She still didn't quite grasp Zhao Lu's actions. Could giving Yuan Ling's first time to a stranger really mean she had made it?
