"Uncle Zhang, go back and hang this on your wall. I promise you won't have nightmares again, and your anxiety disorder will be cured soon."
Zhang Qingshan didn't even hear Chen Yu's words at all.
His eyes stared intently at the New Year's painting in Chen Yu's hand.
After a while, Zhang Qingshan asked with a stiff expression, "Is this the treatment device you're giving me?"
"Yeah."
Chen Yu nodded.
After receiving Chen Yu's clear answer, Zhang Qingshan's nose nearly went crooked from anger.
He was confident Chen Yu was holding an ordinary New Year's painting in his hand.
The manufacturer and production date were even written in the lower right corner.
There were two jubilant, chubby kids in the painting.
And then...
The scene turned strange.
The two chubby kids were sitting in a sports car, and one of them was in charge of driving.
