In the production room, Cheng Zhu kept a low profile while achieving great feats.
He could combine useful bits and pieces of details and information and then improvise on the spot; that was the strategic play he had developed around these three women.
"Good thing they both ordered the mango coconut jelly," Cheng Zhu thought to himself as he personally made the drink in the production room.
Of course, had they ordered other types of milk tea, Cheng Zhu would have come up with other moves.
Those so-called love coach-level moves were nothing in front of Cheng Zhu, the Grandmaster.
Nowadays, whenever young people have emotional problems, they all like to consult their love coach, constantly asking, "Coach, how should I guard against this type of person?"
That coach knows jack shit; even if the coach himself steps into the field, he's just love-stricken.
Not like me, composed, calm, wise, and powerful!
True affection cannot be retained, only tactics win the hearts.
