Liang Xun went to the study.
Zhu Ling walked out of the kitchen at the right time and saw Jing Yao in a daze. She looked as if she was thinking about some great philosophy and didn't even notice her approach.
Zhu Ling frowned slightly. "What are you thinking about?"
Hearing her voice, Jing Yao came back to her senses. She looked up at Zhu Ling with confusion in her eyes. "Lingling, what merits do you think I have?"
Zhu Ling sighed slightly. Others would only feel happy or a little shy if others liked them, but Jing Yao doubted herself and wondered why they liked her.
She was such a good-looking person, but she was forced to be like this by her family. Now, she was better. Before she came into contact with a psychiatrist, Jing Yao's condition was even worse. Zhu Ling was always worried that she would be depressed.
