Lu Weixi was so determined that her mother couldn't say much more, but she still felt a bit unwilling, "Then you're not even considering Dr. Zhao?"
Lu Weixi gripped the steering wheel, "Mom, although I'm not too familiar with Dr. Zhao, we're still friends after all. You don't want us to lose even that friendship, making it awkward to even speak, go ahead and bother him."
"How could that be bothering him?" Although her mother was still a bit unconvinced, she didn't mention matchmaking again.
On the way home, they passed a supermarket, and Lu Weixi was ready to buy groceries. Lu Weixi parked the car and followed her mother with a shopping cart. As they passed the seafood section, her mother suddenly craved fish, but Lu Weixi smelled the fishy odor and felt her stomach churn tumultuously, almost vomiting.
Initially excited about what to eat, her mother turned around and saw her daughter's weak expression and asked with concern, "Are you feeling unwell?"