"Hmm," Jiayi nodded, "I told you, as long as I talk to him properly, Dr. An will definitely agree. If you barged in and spoke for me, Dr. An might develop a rebellious mindset, thinking you're pressuring him, and he'd refuse to help instead."
Huo Zhenyang's handsome face darkened slightly as he leaned in, his seductive thin lips curving up with a hint of amusement: "So, you think Dr. An helped you just because you're good at talking?"
"What else?" The little woman was full of pride.
He pondered for a moment, his eyes turning cold: "If a man is willing to compromise his professional ethics to help a woman, it only proves that he has feelings for her. Looks like I'll have to keep a close watch on you every time you come for therapy from now on. Forget it, once this matter is resolved, you shouldn't go to Dr. An's office anymore. I'll find you another psychologist; after all, it's not like Dr. An is the only famous psychologist in the world!"
