At this remark, Auntie Lu sighed softly, and with a touch of intention, she casually said:
"Your Brother Shen is indeed quite the catch. I've known him for many years, but his standards are high. When you say he likes you, could you possibly be mistaken?"
Li Zaijun was stunned: "...??"
What, what?
Did Auntie mean to say she wasn't good enough for Shen Lin!?
Shouldn't Auntie think it was because he used to be too flirtatious?
Now Auntie Lu remarked again: "After all, his previous girlfriends had looks and figures, were gentle, considerate, and could act coquettishly—"
"Stop right there. Am I really that bad in comparison? Besides, it's already pretty good of me not to mind his past with so many girlfriends," Li Zaijun pouted, her voice full of grievance.
In truth, deep down she no longer cared about all that, since those were things of the past.
Auntie Lu sized her up and down, patted her little head, and slowly said:
