"Mom, what are you saying? Set me up on a blind date?" Song Qian'ai let out an indignant yell, utterly flabbergasted that her mother would actually make her go on a blind date.
"What's all the shouting about? Stop making such a fuss. Where did your manners go? Sit down this instant," Mrs. Song glared at her troublesome daughter.
Song Qian'ai hurriedly sat down and tried to cajole her mother, "Mom, I'm still... young, do I really need to go on a blind date?"
Mrs. Song scoffed in response to her plea, "You're already an old maid, still young? If we keep letting you delay, do you want us to support you for the rest of your life?" Most importantly, you better not stop me from cuddling my grandchildren.
Being called an old maid at the prime of her life, Song Qian'ai felt like she'd been wounded by a thousand arrows to the heart. How could this be fair? She took a deep breath and then, with unparalleled seriousness, asked,
