Mrs. Wang looked at Zhao Xinxin and asked Yun Xiaoxiao, "Has that comrade gotten married yet?"
Why ask about my younger sister-in-law?
Could it be that his family has taken a liking to my younger sister-in-law?
Are they locals from the Capital City?
I just don't know who this young man could be?
Yun Xiaoxiao glanced at Mrs. Wang, noticing her appearance; her son probably wouldn't be too far off in looks either.
Although children often resemble their mothers a bit more, this woman wasn't short, certainly over 165cm tall, and besides, people shrink as they age.
So her son couldn't possibly be shorter than this height.
My younger sister-in-law is 160cm tall.
"Not married."
Her reply wasn't wrong.
My younger sister-in-law had divorced and hadn't remarried.
This wasn't incorrect.
Not married, that's good, not married, that's good.
Mrs. Wang breathed a sigh of relief, afraid that her son had taken a liking to a woman who was already married.
