"Qian, I've discovered you could totally become a detective. Just a few minutes with someone, and you can deduce so many things, amazing!"
It was a heartfelt compliment from him.
When arguing with women, it doesn't matter if you're right or understand why she's mad. What's important is to stay charming and give sincere compliments, as long as it's not a matter of principles.
This is experience that Yu Minglang has gathered over the past two years; his queen at home doesn't like being retorted—unless it's in bed. If there's a dispute, just go along with what she says, and you won't be wrong.
"Nonsense! What's my profession? Don't think psychological problems are rare. Just spend a few moments watching passersby on the street, and at least 6 out of 10 have some degree of psychological issues, but some don't affect daily life, so it doesn't matter."
"Right, right!" Whatever a well-endowed person says is right. Yu Minglang nodded as his eyes began to wander down from her small face.
