"No way." Lin Zexiu spread his hands, "He's a workaholic, didn't you know? Extremely professional, but he is a good man, he gave that woman a lot of money when they broke up."
"Is that what you call a good man?!" I was nearly glaring at him.
"Okay," Lin Zexiu said, "for women, he might not be a 'good person,' but he truly is a 'good man'. There aren't many women in his life, he's not promiscuous, and he doesn't even have time to flirt. So far, the women who have appeared by his side were just fleeting encounters, and he finds dealing with such women very easy. I mean, his heart is very pure; his body doesn't really count, right? Ah, it's all messed up, you always change the subject. What I'm trying to say is, he's used to dealing with women by giving them money, and once emotions are involved, he appears clumsy. He doesn't know how to interact sincerely with women, so you have to forgive him for where he's offended you or made you angry."