The more Wang Chan spoke, the more she convinced herself she was right.
She looked at Jiang Xiaonan with a hint of impatience and raised an eyebrow, "Xiao Nan, if you don't like the matches your mom introduces, do you already have someone you like? I see you're working at Zhuo Group, a big company. Could it be someone from your office?"
At that moment, Jiang Xiaonan thought her mother's imagination was quite vivid, bordering on screenwriting potential.
"Mom, don't talk nonsense. There's nothing like that, and I don't want to date."
Jiang Xiaonan felt she would never be involved with love again in her life.
She could live a very good life on her own.
"Since you don't have someone you like, then listen to your mother. Would I ever harm you?"
Wang Chan had made up her mind. She knew many fellow mahjong players and was sure she could find a suitable match for her daughter.
About ten minutes later, the manager came over with the servers to serve the dishes.
