Andy also laughed. "It's all thanks to Dr. Qin."
The so‑called psychotherapy starts with getting the patient to relax. The atmosphere was good now, so Qin Mengying slowly began the session, guiding him to open up.
After work, on her way home, Qin Mengying unexpectedly saw a familiar figure ahead of her—strictly speaking, two familiar figures.
She hadn't expected to see Ou Mingxuan again so soon today, and in a situation like this.
Seeing Ou Mingxuan and Zhao Anxin walking toward her arm in arm, Qin Mengying's first instinct was to avoid them.
She stepped under the awning of a cake shop, listening as their voices drew nearer.
Ou Mingxuan's voice sounded a little helpless. "What exactly do you want, my young lady?"
"I don't care. I finally made it all the way to Italy, you have to be my tour guide!" Zhao Anxin clung to Ou Mingxuan's arm, shaking it and acting spoiled.
"Okay, I'll do whatever you say. But you know I've been pretty busy lately—wait until things calm down a bit."
