Chen Jincheng watched the lively stream, coughed again, and said, "My simp brother, I get it. I really do. 'A hero's rage is for a beauty, but a beauty for a night costs a pretty penny.' Even if you're flat broke, you can't let down the pretty girl before your eyes, right?"
"Brother Cheng, I knew you'd understand me." No Longer a Simp's voice was suddenly choked with emotion, as if he had been terribly wronged.
Chen Jincheng smiled. 'This was his favorite kind of fan—they donated money and created great content for the stream.'
He teased, "My simp brother, next time, you can explain it to the police like this. Just say: 'There she was, standing before you under the warm lights. Her thin, light clothing couldn't hide her stunning curves. She told you of her family's misfortune—a gambling father, a paralyzed mother, a sister still in school, and an elderly grandfather whose tea wouldn't sell.'"
