Song Yuanxi halted when she heard Qiao Lian's words.
Realizing that Song Yuanxi had not hung up, she continued, "If he can't be cured, it will impact his health for sure, and it could even endanger his life."
"Song Yuanxi, I know I'm the one you hate. You deeply love Shen Liangchuan and Mom. You won't hurt them, isn't that right?"
"Can you tell me the truth? Or if you won't tell me, then tell the psychologist and allow the psychologist to find the best treatment."
"Shen Liangchuan fainted two days ago from the lack of sleep, and he is exhausted."
"Song Yuanxi, I'm pleading with you."
After saying all of this, she quietly waited for Song Yuanxi's reply.
After a while, she finally spoke, "I'm not in Beijing. I'll only be back tomorrow and will go to the psychologist with you."
Immediately, Qiao Lian sighed with relief and teared up. She paused for a moment and said, "Ok."
