As the saying goes, 'It is impolite not to return what is given.' Dong Huiying knew Liu Yi didn't have good intentions, so she smiled at Bazak and said, "Bazak, you know, I think you're still quite young and not bad looking—surely women will like you. Are you really going to stay by Aunt Liu's side for the rest of your life? That would be too pitiful."
"How about this, let me matchmake for you, I know quite a few nice girls in the army!"
Bazak was shocked, feeling overwhelmed. "Miss Dong, Miss Dong... this, this, there's no need for that!" He secretly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead but couldn't help but smile wryly in his heart.
Wasn't she just saying she didn't like meddling? How come she's meddling all of a sudden?
Bazak discreetly glanced at Liu Yi, thinking it must be that Sir had upset the lady earlier, which is why she took it out on him.
Liu Yi looked utterly confused. "Matchmaking? What matchmaking?" she said, frowning intensively.
