"Isn't it perverted!?" Sun sneered, face full of sarcasm.
"... Look, you want a man who's handsome, over 1.85 meters tall, has a job in a state organization, is a civil servant, or a boss himself, owns a car, a house no less than 200 square meters without a mortgage, and is under 35 years old... and you say these demands aren't perverted!? I think the number of men in Lowe City meeting your requirements wouldn't exceed five!"
Sun kept shaking his head. Such an outstanding man isn't that easy to find, and even if she finds one, wouldn't he already be taken?
But in this society, handsome, well-employed, and very wealthy men aren't unheard of. However, the kind of handsome that Yolanda envisions is on par with a male celebrity, and that's an issue. They're practically rare commodities!
"Five? You're underestimating the men in Lowe City, aren't you!?" Yolanda pouted, turned around, and took a stance ready to argue it to the end with him.
