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And so, the two confused individuals entered an awkward conversation mode. Basically, Zhou Xiaolin asked, and Zhang Yang answered.
Zhang Yang's mind was in chaos, all his usual ease with handling interactions seemed to have vanished.
Over half an hour later, Zhang Yang's phone rang. It was an alarm he had set beforehand. He took out his phone, pretended to answer the call seriously, claimed he had something urgent, and fled the matchmaker's place.
A few minutes later, the matchmaker returned, but Zhou Xiaolin hadn't left.
"How was it, Xiaolin? Did you like him? The guy is not only good-looking but also very capable. His parents are honest folks; you'd definitely have a good life if you married him!"
"I did like him, but he seemed not to fancy me!" Zhou Xiaolin said somewhat dejectedly.
"Did he say something unpleasant?"
