Xie Zhenjie looked quite decent.
The suit was immaculate, and he was very dashing.
Logically, Lin Manru should have liked him.
But he should never have set his sights on her precious daughter.
Her daughter was only 19—how could she be deceived by some lousy man!
Right then, Lin Manru's face darkened, and she didn't even shake hands.
"Lady Xie, no need. Your son must be at least twenty-five or six. My daughter is still young. Next year, she's preparing for the college entrance exam, so she doesn't have time to worry about these things."
Jiang Li had been emotionally steady until then, but on hearing Lin Manru's words, she looked at her in surprise.
Who could have thought that Lin Manru, who just a second ago couldn't bear to refuse some distant relatives scrounging for a meal, would the next moment block them assertively.
She was quite an interesting mother.
Xie Zhenjie's hand froze midair, and Lady Xie's face dropped.
