Mr. San Francisco shook hands with me to seal the contract. He was also delighted and satisfied with the contract. He was grinning ear to ear and his eyes curves into crescent.
“By the way, I heard that you have been into countless blind dates lately?” He asked. “Your mom has been busy pairing you with elite men in the circle.”
I can’t help but become vigilant when I heard him say that. What does it have to do with him if my mom made countless appointments to those young men?
I want to retract my hand but Mr. San Francisco held it tightly. As if he wouldn’t let my hand go if I didn’t answer his question.
In order to be freed I answered him hesitantly. “Yes, my mom wants me to settle down. Now, I don’t need to hurry anymore.”
I am really wary of him. I can’t fight an 65 year old fox fo
