Skye Lawrence frowned slightly, "I don't have such plans in the near future. I want to wait until..."
"Work is never finished, and you're not getting any younger. It's about time you consider your personal issues," the middle-aged man continued undeterred, "I've looked into that young man, he has a gentle personality, which complements yours well. His personal abilities are also not bad, with hobbies like sports, golf, and horseback riding, all matching yours. I think you two would get along well. Find some time to meet, it won't take long, just a meal."
Skye Lawrence listened quietly until he finished, then pursed her red lips as if thinking, before finally agreeing, "Alright, I'll see when I'm free. But not until after I've visited Grandpa at the old house."
"That's fine, you arrange it," said the middle-aged man, who seemed a bit tired, rubbing his nose bridge, "How about this, I'll go back to the old house with you tomorrow."
