"This..."
Kneeling on the ground, Zhang Yiren looked up at Chen Mang before cautiously saying, "Generally speaking, those who are willing to watch romance films are mostly female audiences. This group often prefers emotional conflicts like these."
"For example, misunderstandings that remain unresolved until death, narrowly missed eternal opportunities, self-sacrifice known to no one, significant contributions seen as trivial by the other party, just one step away from..."
"Very good."
Chen Mang suddenly laughed, but flames flashed in his eyes, "Just listening to this is giving me a brain hemorrhage, drag him out, kill them all."
"Yes!"
Next to him, Biaozi coldly grabbed Zhang Yiren by the collar, dragging him outside the train compartment.
"Brother, brother!!"
