"Yes, okay, if there's a suitable one, please come back and let us know," Nan Feng sent the matchmaker away like that.
As soon as the old lady left, Xia Dabao went over and hugged Nan Feng. "Mother, I won't marry Zhao Datu no matter what."
Nan Feng laughed. "Of course, of course, I won't make you marry Datu. In one word, if you don't like him, don't marry him, okay?"
"Got it, Mother."
Nan Feng patted Xia Dabao's head. "Then tell Mother, what kind of person do you like?"
Xia Dabao couldn't help but lean shyly into Nan Feng's arms. "I like someone like Dad."
"That won't do. There's only one like Dad, and he's mine now; you need to find someone different."
"I don't want to marry Dad. Someone just similar would be fine. Look at you, the moment you mention Dad, you hold on tight," Xia Dabao said helplessly.
Nan Feng then asked another question. "What about someone like Xiaobei, do you like him?"