"Doctor... Dr. Chen, my wine is not very... It doesn't taste good."
"It won't meet your standards."
Crunch stuttered and was no longer as fluent and eloquent as before.
"Please don't say that," Chen Yu said. "I'm just an ordinary psychologist. What wouldn't it meet my standards?"
"If you can't bear to give it to me for free, I'll spend money to buy it."
"I'll transfer the 88 yuan to you now. Don't forget to deliver the goods."
"Don't, don't transfer!"
Crunch was scared half to death.
Without exception, anyone who had communicated directly with Chen Yu through a livestream was in deep trouble.
Chen Yu dug out all of their unbearable pasts.
Even though Crunch hadn't committed murder, arson, or robbery before.
However, he had earned a lot of money through no-so-good means.
Once Chen Yu skinned him through, he would also give him a mental illness.
Crunch would be crying for mercy after that.
