"Lianhua, you wouldn't want to marry Ruoruo to your nephew, would you?"
"And besides, does your nephew even match up?"
"Look at the young man, he's quite handsome, really a good match for Ruoruo."
Lianhua was so angry, she directly retorted, "What's wrong with my nephew? He has a job, and he's a junior leader. His parents also have jobs, while Ruoruo is now a university graduate and doesn't even have a job. How is that not a match?"
Someone snorted and argued back, "No matter what, Ruoruo is a university graduate. If I remember correctly, your nephew is almost thirty, and he's still eyeing a college student. Do you have any shame?"
"And he's divorced, Ruoruo isn't naive; she won't be a stepmother."
"Lianhua, that's wrong of you. After all, we've watched Ruoruo grow up. How can you push her into a fire pit?"
Upon hearing this, Lianhua was unwilling to listen.
"How am I pushing her into a fire pit? My nephew is quite good."
