"What, you already found a boyfriend this fast?"
Su Mingzhu was still resting when she got a call from Su Mingyu; hearing that Su Mingyu had found someone, she was almost so shocked she jumped up: "Your speed is really something else."
Su Mingyu was still wearing that extremely delicate, stunningly beautiful but cold expression: "I'm not a marriage-phobe. Sooner or later I'm getting married anyway. Marrying late is worse than marrying early. One, I don't have the time or energy to find a boyfriend myself. Two, I don't trust my own judgment. I might as well leave it to the higher-ups. Anyone they send to me will have been vetted to death. His looks, character, personality absolutely won't have any problems. I just have to pick one I find pleasing to the eye from this pool. That saves so much trouble."
Su Mingzhu really had to sigh. Her own little sister's way of thinking was also something else; an ordinary person really couldn't pull off something like this.
