C37 I hate deceit, especially in the name of warmth

Watching the woman leave, the man walked towards the middle-aged woman.

"Auntie, is that pretty girl your daughter?" The man looked at the middle-aged woman in front of him.

The woman looked warily at the man in front of her and said, "You're crazy."

The man's smile faded.

Her arms blocked the woman's path.

"I think your daughter is very beautiful