After calculating that there would be no surprises in Zhu Ge's subsequent matters, Wen Ying began a voice chat with the next friend.
The person on the other end of the video call was a young man who looked to be in his twenties, with the nickname [I'm Not a Rich Second Generation]. His face appeared somewhat chubby on camera.
After being hit consecutively, "I'm Not a Rich Second Generation" immediately sent a rocket as a reward.
With a troubled expression, he looked at the camera, "Dr. Wen, can you help me? I think I have a serious psychological problem!"
"Friends, is this the first person who thinks they have a psychological problem to join the chat?"
"The person upstairs is right, there's no need to wait for Dr. Wen to diagnose depression. Are you trying to take Dr. Wen's job?"
"This is a qualified patient," thought Dr. Wen
The number of people in the live broadcast room had already surpassed fifty thousand at this moment!
And Wen Ying's followers had reached 150,000!
Wen Ying looked at [I'm Not a Rich Second Generation], and after a few seconds of silence, she asked, "Is it because you're afraid to see your girlfriend?"
"Dr. Wen really knows!" I, not a second-generation rich kid, showed a look of shock and relief.
"I've been single for twenty-six years!"
I, not a second-generation rich kid, began to complain with a face full of melancholy.
[If I'm not mistaken, this rich second-generation kid is an old fan of Extreme Second Brother's livestream, right? Although he hasn't appeared in Extreme Second Brother's livestream many times, every time he does, rockets are flying everywhere!]
"Holy crap! I thought it was just someone with the same name, but if that's the case, it's really him? Doesn't that mean he's actually a rich second generation?"
"These days, can even the rich second generation be troubled by being single? Isn't money supposed to solve everything?"
"Why do I feel a bit pleased seeing the rich second generation like this?"
"I'm not a rich second generation," he glanced at the barrage of comments and said somewhat mockingly, "Does everyone have some misunderstanding about rich second generations? My family has some money, but I'm not just any man. I still yearn for a sincere love. I don't like those young models or escorts! I just want the love of an ordinary girl, but it's so damn hard!"
"Dr. Wen, please help Brother Er Dai take a look. We common working folks are really curious to know what makes Er Dai's love so unique!"
"This is the closest I've ever been to a rich second generation!"
I am not a second-generation rich kid, but I looked at Wen Ying with burning eyes. I had been following this streamer ever since I first discovered them.
That's why I chose to connect via voice chat.
"Dr. Wen, could you take a look for me?"
"You've paid, so you're my patient. As a psychologist, I hope my patients can let down their guard."
Wen Ying paused for a moment and then spoke again, "Do you like all three girls?"
"What the heck! Wasn't there supposed to be just one? How did it become three! What kind of thrilling plot is this!"
"The heart of a rich second generation is indeed broad! Comforting three fallen women at once!"
I am not a second-generation rich kid, looking embarrassed, seemingly afraid of everyone's ridicule.
"Dr. Wen, I am not a jerk!"
"I know that the patient is not a jerk. Over the past twenty-six years, he has tried to find love in various places and almost entered into relationships with eight different women. However, each time after you met, the other party would break up, and you would realize that they were not the partner you were looking for."
"Everyone saw that, right? Dr. Wen has determined that I'm not a scumbag, so don't slander me!"
I am not a second-generation rich kid, feeling somewhat like crying without tears.
"This time, you met three girls and had a good impression of all of them, but since you only chatted online, you couldn't confirm which one was the most suitable for you. Recently, the girl whose family grows tea suggested meeting in person."
"The tea seller? Suddenly understood something!"