Gu Yang shook her head. "No."
"That's good." Ji Minghui sighed in relief and began counting on his fingers. "Look at you—studying physics, and also involved with our Psychology Society and the Society of Mental Disorders."
"Qu Mo and the Sound Association are still eyeing you. If more people join in, there won't be enough time for everyone. We'll have to share the spotlight."
Gu Yang felt a mix of amusement and frustration, noting that Master Duan Shui's business seemed to be expanding.
Knowing Ji Minghui had more to do, she declined his offer to accompany her downstairs.
The capital's psychiatric hospital was large, but she was familiar with it from frequent visits. It was also conveniently close to Hua University and had excellent security.
Nearby, there was a food street with vendors selling candied hawthorns. Seeing a few left, Gu Yang bought them to bring to Big Shot Sister and Little Blood Bank.
