Mrs. Zhao was taken aback by Song Zhiya's question, seemingly not expecting her to ask that.
She quickly responded with a hearty laugh, "I'm sorry! My dear! I'm just nosy because I'm old! Don't take it personally!"
Her second son and her daughter's marriages were a constant worry for her, so whenever she met a decent young man or woman, she would always ask if they had found a match yet.
Song Zhiya had a very positive impression of the slightly overweight aunty in front of her, who had a warm smile on her face, making her want to get closer involuntarily.
She smiled, not minding at all, "Aunty! It's okay! I don't have a boyfriend yet! I just graduated and I'm not in a hurry!"
Mrs. Zhao's eyes twitched slightly at the news, and she asked uncertainly, "Did you graduate from college?"
Song Zhiya nodded, "Yes!"
"That's wonderful!" Mrs. Zhao praised, then lost the desire to inquire any further.
