"Hi, Jingqi."
Yang Haotian walked in.
"Haotian, you're back, it must have been tiring."
"Come, let's watch together."
Behind the document was a referral slip.
It turned out that Cong Nanxue had previously booked psychological consultations at school, and Yang Haotian, being the director of the school's psychological center, had access to Cong Nanxue's files.
Shen Jingqi looked at the referral slip in his hand, his brow furrowed.
"A lie?" he muttered to himself, looking at Yang Haotian, hoping to get more information from him.
Yang Haotian sighed, crossing his hands on the table, his gaze hinted at some complexity. "Yes, this is the record from the previous counselor. Cong Nanxue underwent counseling at our school's psychological center for some time, but this counselor noticed some issues."
Shen Jingqi gently placed the referral down, his fingers unconsciously tapping the tabletop. "What issues?"
