"Mom, my car is broken, what shoul I do?" I called my mother on the side of the road while looking at my car with annoyance. Even though I was in a hurry, but this damn car was damaged and stuck in this place. "Laurel, you should find a taxi, your future husband has been waiting for fifteen minutes," said mom, sounding worried. To hell with my future husband. My car is broken! “Mom, I don't think I'll be seeing that mysterious man. My make-up has been ruined, my face also looks dull. I'd better go home and take my car to the repair shop." “No, you should come to that cafe and meet your future husband. I'll send you a photo of your future husband, so you don't have to look around for the guy when you get to the cafe." “But, mom… hello, mom… mom… Argghh, damn it.” My mom disconnected the phone unilaterally. That means I really can't argue and thwart the matchmaking plan that has been arranged by my mother.
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