No need to be formal over a small favor? Huang Beibei turned to look at Zhang Xiaohui: What does Senior mean by this? What has Senior helped you with?
Zhang Xiaohui's mind felt like it had fallen into a vast sea, flying around like a headless fly: "This—"
"You don't have to specially thank me." Chang Jiawei, interpreting her expression, happily spoke to himself, "This is the first time I'm playing matchmaker, so I don't really get it. It's a good thing you two can get along and like each other. Let me tell you, he's a cousin of my classmate, Dr. Guan. Dr. Guan says he's got good character and looks, runs his own business and has a house, a good match for you. Quite a few girls are after him."
"Xiao Hui, did Teacher Chang set you up?" Huang Beibei asked Zhang Xiaohui anxiously.
"No—" Zhang Xiaohui's mouth opened a bit, her voice came out as thin as a mosquito's hum, her mind seemed to be in another world, hearing Chang Jiawei speak like a distant buzz beyond a wall.
