She was a middle-aged woman, dressed in bright colors that were particularly festive. At least at this moment, many people believed that such apparel represented celebration as well as a certain status - a matchmaker.
"Oh, Mrs. Bai, did you know I was coming and come to greet me at the door? I'm so grateful!" The matchmaker walked briskly toward them, even breaking into a bit of a trot because was so eager.
Bai Ruozhu could tell from her mother's expression that this matchmaker had been here before and the previous conversations had not been pleasant.
Lin Ping'er glanced at the matchmaker and said, "Miss Wang, you're delusional. I don't owe you any welcome, and you don't need to come in. We're busy."
Having said that, Lin Ping'er pulled Bai Ruozhu toward the yard, and everyone else hurriedly followed. They seemed ready to shut the matchmaker out.