Yan Bo didn't know what to say to comfort him; after all, it was an old story.
Besides, it was he who had unintentionally ripped open someone else's scars. No matter how he tried to console, it would seem pretentious.
"And then, with the third girlfriend, strictly speaking, she wasn't really a girlfriend, but before we made it official, I brought up my parents' likely reaction and asked her if she had the confidence to face it with me. Then, you guess what she said?"
Di Xu's face was full of irony; it was clearly not a pleasant response.
Yan Bo shook his head, only to hear Di Xu say, "She directly cursed my parents as 'perverts,' disgusting!"
Yan Bo was speechless. What kind of constitution did Di Xu have to end up meeting three women in a row, all from the same series?
He had only heard of assembly lines for plastic surgery; could it be that even the construction and characteristics of brains were mass-produced?
"Di Xu, you just haven't met the right person yet."