Third Brother was somewhat puzzled and scratched his head. "Big Brother, did we look for the wrong person again?"
"This woman's name is Su Xiaomei, not Su Qiao. She's already thirty, and supposedly she's never even dated anyone before."
"Su Xiaomei..."
Ding Jihan looked at the tiny black-and-white photo in his hand, which seemed to have been cut from some kind of identification document, and unconsciously murmured.
"Xiaomei, Xiaomei... That name's way too tacky. She definitely isn't the person you're looking for, Big Brother."
Third Brother grew even more convinced that their efforts would come to nothing again.
Ding Jihan raised his head and glared fiercely at him. "Shut up! Is Xiaomei a name you can call her?"
"What's wrong with the name? It's warm, easy to say, and easy to remember. What's bad about it?"
"And what's wrong with being thirty? Haven't you heard that a woman at thirty is like a flower, at the best age?"
"Not having dated anyone at thirty means she's pure-hearted, not one of those trashy women."
"..." Third Brother was dumbfounded.
He really had never heard that a woman at thirty was like a flower.
He seemed to have heard only that men at forty were like flowers, while women at forty were like spoiled tofu.
Still, whatever Big Brother said went!
If Big Brother said the name sounded nice, then it sounded nice.
Third Brother had never dwelled on such minor matters, and he admired and respected Ding Jihan immensely.
"Show some respect from now on. Call her Big Sister-in-law. If I hear you call her 'Xiaomei' again, I'll rip your head off and crack it open like a melon."
Ding Jihan took a brown wallet from his pocket and carefully slipped the little photo inside.
Third Brother stared at him, utterly