Su Ningfan leaned back on the couch. Even past her fifties, she still maintained an air of elegance and charm. She teased, "Take a look at Yuzhu, she's already married, and you, dear, are still gallivanting around. When will you bring home a good son-in-law for me?"
At her words, Chen Ting nearly choked on the imported cherry she was eating.
After swallowing, she stared at her mother seriously, "Mom, didn't I just tell you a couple of days ago that there's an excellent man I'm interested in? It was you who told me not to bring home any random guys."
Su Ningfan grimaced upon hearing this, "Considering your behavior, what kind of decent boyfriend could you possibly get? Either your family arranges your match, or you'll never bring home any of your strays."
Su Ningfan is fully aware of her daughter's character, always frequenting bars and inevitably only meeting men there.
Chen Ting gave a frustrated sigh. She had explained time and again to Su Ningfan who never listened to her.