The phone screen lit up. A red “1” stood out on Auntie Li, the matchmaker’s, WeChat profile picture.
Chen Xu didn’t open it right away. He didn’t even need to listen to know what the 59-second voice message would say.
“Xiao Chen, the young lady says you’re a nice guy and your job is stable, but... you’re too dull. Being with you just isn’t much fun.”
“Dr. Chen, she says you’re like a cup of lukewarm water: it doesn’t burn your tongue, but it has no flavor either.”
“Dr. Chen...”
