“River.”

River stayed silent, waiting for her to continue. The side of his face she had slapped was not only already red and swollen, but also hurting.

He really did not feel like talking at the moment, but he would have no choice but to step up to the plate if she insisted on starting another argument.

“What sort of girls do you like?” Rosalie asked. “I actually can be a matchmaker for once and introduce someone to you, but in return, stop stealing my customers so often.”

River retorted, “