Seeing Shi Chuxin being firmly rejected once again, her eyes turned red as she stormed off angrily.
Chonghui let out a long sigh, pulled out a chair to sit down, lowered his head while holding his forehead, and remained silent for a long time.
Nian Zhubin, who had remained silent until now, felt that it was finally the right time for him to speak.
After some thought, Nan Zhubin said, "If you transfer me five hundred bucks now, I can let you vent all your negative emotions in the next forty minutes and even lift you up using the {Humanism} method. Want to try?"
Chonghui couldn't help but break into a smile: "You're actually charging me money given our relationship?"
Nan Zhubin shrugged: "Otherwise, given our relationship, the things I might say won't be so pleasant to hear. You know, comforting people doesn't always have to be done gently."
Chonghui chuckled lightly: "Even so, what about the {Dual relationship}?"
