'The power of hate is stronger than love... But if they hate me too much, won't that cause problems?'
Chen Yuan drove the Porsche Panamera the two sisters had given him down the street. The expensive car's paint shimmered beautifully under the sun.
However, despite its powerful engine and ample horsepower, the car didn't transform into a raging beast in his hands. Instead, it crawled forward at a snail's pace.
Inside the car.
Chen Yuan mulled over Dr. Zhao's words. They made a lot of sense, but he couldn't quite process them all at once.
Women—or rather, the study of women—was a complex subject. Their unique physiology meant their way of thinking diverged from men's in every aspect. No one could confidently claim to understand women completely. They were just too unpredictable. In fact, even other women couldn't fully guess what one was thinking.
At best, they could only ensure their thought processes weren't wildly different.
