"Then what about my son? He's eight and he doesn't usually cry."
Another mother pinched the little thing's cheeks enviously.
Shen Chuchen covered his daughter's face and his eyes were cold, "My daughter likes people who look good."
In other words: your son isn't good enough for my daughter.
People approached him one after one with their sons and the topic was no other than wanting his daughter.
Shen Chuchen controlled himself and declined all of them with a fake smile, "Sorry, but my daughter is still too young."
He clenched his teeth, "Her grandpas have to line up to hug her, there's no hope for your son."
"..." A crowd of mothers left regretfully.
They all said "what a shame" and "I thought I could schedule a daughter-in-law in advance".
Shen Chuchen's temples throbbed furiously and he felt horrible.
But...
He realized a problem now that the crowd reminded him.