Upon hearing this, Wang Cuilan gave a slight smile.
"Your father is the deputy mayor, a high-ranked and high-paid official, living in the city committee compound. And you yourself are a university student in the capital, with a promising career future. It is only natural that he's a little picky about marriage. Don't worry," Wang Cuilan said unsympathetically. "Just keep looking, and you will eventually find a girl who is perfect in Yougui's eyes."
The vice mayor, Zhu, snorted dismissively and shook his head. "I doubt it," he said.
There is no such thing as perfect. How could one expect to find a perfect mate?
A father might voice such concerns, but Wang Cuilan, as an outsider, had to abstain from agreeing. If this conversation were to reach the ears of the deputy mayor's wife and son, it would be difficult to smooth things over.
