Hearing the odd tone in Lin Hanrui's voice, Cheng Qiaobei asked, "Did you two argue?"
"Tsk," Lin Hanrui clicked his tongue, "Are you a mind reader or something?"
Cheng Qiaobei laughed, "Need a think tank?"
"Heh," Lin Hanrui said stubbornly, "Man, the number of girls I've dated could line up from East City Gate to the West Gate, I don't need your advice."
Cheng Qiaobei joked, "You've dated a lot, but my quality is higher."
"..." Oh, his cocky confidence!
Lin Hanrui said, "Go on, how can I make her happy? You don't know, Liang Lei is tough to please, I've tried all sorts of things, and she just ignores me."
Cheng Qiaobei suggested, "Send her a transfer of 1991 yuan."
Lin Hanrui didn't get it, "Hm?"
Cheng Qiaobei explained, "What major event happened in 1991?"
Lin Hanrui frowned, stopped what he was doing, thought for a moment, "The dissolution of the Soviet Union?"
Cheng Qiaobei smirked, "Try rephrasing that."
Lin Hanrui replied, "The end of the Cold War?"