At six o'clock in the evening, the mahjong game ended, and the two madams said goodbye and left, taking Qu Ying with them.
The originally bustling living room quieted down instantly, and after washing her hands, Zhang Cheng's mother started asking him about his impression of Qu Ying.
Zhang Cheng, harried by his mother, could only give a neutral response: "Just so-so."
It really was just so-so. He used to be quite enthusiastic about blind dates, although they either ended before they started or were interrupted shortly after beginning. He was genuinely excited about the girls, but this time... he couldn't quite figure out what was going on. He finally had a successful blind date, and yet now, he couldn't even remember what Qu Ying looked like… Not even a rough outline, or whether her eyes were big or small.
"What do you mean 'just so-so'? Which 'so-so' is it? Are you satisfied or not, Chengcheng..."
