"Miss, my miss, please allow me to think about it." Nie Guangyi suddenly started to speak earnestly:
"First, a man's crying cannot be 'like pear blossoms bathed in rain.' This easily makes people feel like the man lacks backbone."
"Second, a man's crying should consider the occasion. Crying in public would be quite embarrassing, and the face lost isn't just your own."
"Third, a man's crying needs an appropriate posture. Sit in a chair, one hand supporting the knee, the other lightly covering the eyes and nose, body slightly leaning forward, trying to create a melancholic temperament."
"In conclusion, although I am a man, I too have emotions, and if there are tears, it is only natural to cry."
Meng Xin Zhi couldn't help but admire Nie Guangyi's ability to spout nonsense with such seriousness.
"Mr. Nie's words are indeed profound." Meng Xin Zhi managed to keep her expression as serious as possible.
"If the miss wants to laugh, just laugh."
