She doesn't have a clue.
If she did, he wouldn't have to drag her around looking for a match.
Chen Pingsheng saw the matchmaker pull out a tablet computer, swipe it lightly, and two high-quality bachelors appeared.
"Look, miss, don't mind that this guy's got a bit of a belly, he's only thirty-eight and divorced just once. He really is a director at a foreign company with an annual salary of over a million, owns a ninety-square-meter apartment within the third ring, and the mortgage is less than ten years. If you get with him, you can be a mother right away. Pretty good, huh?"
No matter how big the suit, it couldn't hide his pregnancy-sized belly.
Is this what she calls a high-quality male?
"Next."
Chen Pingsheng swiped without hesitation.
The matchmaker introduced another, and this time he was at least younger.
A twenty-nine-year-old man wearing makeup, effeminate and flamboyant - quickly, next.
Just looking is annoying.
