"I like you the most. You are so great. I am so lucky to have a friend like you."
"Haha, I think so too. You're so lucky to have me."
The two walked back hand in hand, laughing all the way.
Inside the mental health clinic, Song Yuntian watched their retreating figures, a glint of shrewdness in his eyes.
After a while, he took off his glasses, took out his phone, and made a call.
After listening to him, the people on the other end remained silent for a while and then told him to follow the normal procedure.
Song Yuntian hung up the phone, raised an eyebrow. He thought he would have to keep it a secret, but he didn't expect him to actually agree. Tsk, I really don't know what he did all that for back then.
In the days that followed, Qiao Zhen would occasionally leave work on time, take Qiao Luosheng home, and then go to the clinic with Yan Simiao for treatment.
At first she felt nothing, but the deeper she went, the more uncomfortable she felt.
She becomes very resistant whenever she is brought up what happened back then.
Yan Simiao felt heartbroken seeing her like this. She worked even harder to investigate what happened back then.
Before they knew it, it was deep winter, and Qiao Zhen was already wrapped in a thick cotton-padded coat. The New Year was just half a month away.
Qiao Zhen started preparing for the New Year well in advance, while Qiao Luosheng began piling up all sorts of New Year's goods in his room.
"Sis, aren't you going to bring some for your husband?" Qiao Luosheng asked, pouting as he looked at the room full of New Year's goods.
He saw Lu Zheng with a long face when he went shopping for New Year's goods with them a couple of days ago; he was clearly dissatisfied.
“He has an aunt to handle these things, so I won’t prepare anything for him,” Qiao Zhen said matter-of-factly.
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