"Mom!"
Just as Zhang Xiaowei was feeling awkward, Li Yanyan, her face flushed, chided with a cry.
When Luo Yujiao saw that Zhang Xiaowei still responded, Li Yanyan was already displeased and immediately scolded with furrowed brows.
"You're nearly nineteen years old, a grown girl. What are you shy for? When I was your age, matchmakers had already worn down the doorstep."
Having scolded Li Yanyan, Luo Yujiao suddenly grabbed Zhang Xiaowei's hand.
"Xiaowei, you've seen our Yanyan. She's got the looks and the figure. Luo Auntie might boast, but even if she married into the city, there would be people who wanted her."
"But when I saw you, I thought of your mother. Your mother and I were such good sisters, and you children saw it with your own eyes. Now you're all alone, and I want to help arrange this for you in your mom's place."
