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"Troubles?"
Upon hearing this question, Chu Chen fell into deep thought.
What troubles did he have?
Looking at the pondering Chu Chen, Wan Manyun sneered inwardly. She assumed that Chu Chen would surely say something about life's pressures or family matters, just like those lower-class workers she had encountered before.
"The trouble is, I often have beautiful women confessing their love to me."
"I'm handsome, so I'm helpless."
Chu Chen spoke his mind.
Being handsome was his responsibility.
But girls throwing themselves at him, well, that was their problem.
Being confessed to by girls every day, what a burden.
"Cough, cough, cough."
Suddenly, Wan Manyun felt a tightness in her chest, making it hard to breathe, and she started coughing.
Chu Chen's response was something she never expected.
The ones confessing to you must be those young girls who haven't yet left school or entered society.
