Zhou Xiaoxuan deflated the moment she heard that, lying there pitifully. "Ugh, divorced, life's just unlivable. Those so‑called girlfriends from before all laugh at me behind my back, gloating. I don't even have enough money on hand to splurge. Every day I just eat then sleep, sleep then eat, I don't even know how to kill time. Am I supposed to just muddle along and wait for death?"
"Can't you go on blind dates? Can't you learn something?"
"Blind dates? The moment men hear I've got some money, every single one of them locks onto me. How am I supposed to know whether they're after my money or not? Once they've spent it, they'll just kick me away with one shove—what am I supposed to do then?"
"You don't know how to keep your eyes wide open?"
"Tch, easy for you to say. If good men are so easy to find, how come you're still a leftover single woman? You introduce me to two guys like Huang Xiaojue and let me see?"
Xu Xiaoya's head was practically as big as a bucket.
