Reaper Yates also wrinkled his nose, clearly displeased, but he couldn't object.
"Sir, you have to post Miss Lockwood's WeChat or phone number… That's the only way we'll have a chance to talk with her…"
Someone in the crowd shouted.
The old man chuckled. "Later, I'll have someone create a group chat. You can all scan the code to join. Our Stella will be in it too, so you can all chat freely. As for whether you can add her on WeChat for a private chat, that will depend on fate. I'm just an old man, so I won't force anything. I just hope our Stella can meet more friends her age. If there's no romantic spark, it's still good to be friends. In life, the more friends you have, the easier the road ahead, right?"
Being marketed so publicly, Stella Lockwood actually wanted to bolt. She glanced up and noticed a certain someone was already looking very unhappy. But right now, she couldn't stop her grandfather's matchmaking enthusiasm and could only stand by his side with a strained smile.
