“My youngest uncle is Yin Boyu. You’ve heard of him, right?”
My blind date asked the question with a hint of contempt.
“I have.”
“He’s only a few years older than me, but he’s already the one in charge of the family company.”
“Impressive.”
“My uncle really is impressive. Handsome, loaded, the whole package. Too bad he’s so cold. He’s almost thirty, and there’s still not a single woman by his side.”
Is that so? I took a sip of my milk tea and didn’t tell him.
My divorce certificate with Yin Boyu was tucked away in my drawer.