"Congratulations, Shen Jiayin." Officer Cao had none of Sang Hong's concerns; in her view, a woman like Shen Jiayin, with her imperfections, was lucky to have any man at all. She assumed others shared her thoughts, otherwise Shen Jiayin wouldn't be single at her age, with no suitors even among the men in her own department who were less than handsome. That Pang Dayang, with a monthly income in the seven or eight thousand range as an IT guy, not high but still a white-collar worker, was interested in Shen Jiayin was her fortune.
"Officer Cao, you think it's good?" The stuttering volume was still at the same amplitude.
"Why not good? It's great. I'm envious," Officer Cao said with fake surprise. "If I had a man chasing me, I'd be secretly laughing. Mr. Pang is gentle and refined, a white-collar office worker, so much better than the old men in our unit."
Old men?
