Song Yinyin instinctively lifted her eyes to glance at Lu Jihan, and seeing his resolute gaze, without the slightest hint of hesitation, she couldn't help but feel her heart flutter.
Ji Furong said, "Seeing how the old man is getting on in years, who knows how long he'll be able to wait. Just a few days ago, he was saying he wants to hold a great-grandchild."
As she spoke, she looked again at Song Yinyin: "Miss Song, you must know many excellent female friends, right? Why don't you help us find a suitable match for our Tingfeng?"
"Well..." Song Yinyin was slightly embarrassed; she didn't have much confidence in this 'matchmaking' task.
Seeing her difficulty, Ji Furong took her hand and gently patted the back of it: "I'm just saying casually, Miss Song, don't take it to heart."
From a distance, someone approached to greet Ji Furong. She was the host, and the newcomers were guests, so naturally, she had to be busy with socializing.
