"Sister Xin, have you really never come across a man who could move your heart?" A Lai, the assistant, asked gossipy.
Song Xiaoxin let out a delicate sigh, "To be strict about it, I haven't. It seems that I can only find true love in comics. The fortune teller said I'd meet my prince charming before I turn 25. My 25th birthday is almost here, but where is my prince? Did he fall into a toilet pit or something?"
"Sister Xin, with conditions like yours, you really shouldn't worry about not being able to find a good man. If you lower your standards a bit, maybe your prince is right there on the ground looking for something."
As A Lai spoke, he slowly pulled the car over and pulled up the handbrake!
"What's wrong? Why are we stopping?"
"Sister Xin, there's a red light up ahead; there might have been an accident. There's a long queue."
Song Xiaoxin felt suffocated by the car's air conditioning, so she rolled down the window to get some air!
