"Will buying it really ease the tension between me and my son?"
Zhao Qiankun tried to confirm the effectiveness of this treatment device.
Although Chen Yu's style of doing things was somewhat incomprehensible, his abilities were genuine.
Without his help, his son would have died.
"Of course."
"Why don't you consider buying it back and trying the psychological suggestion therapy?" Chen Yu asked with a faint smile.
"Alright."
Zhao Qiankun decisively took out his money to pay.
Even if it was useless, Zhao Qiankun did not feel much heartache, as he would treat it as repaying Chen Yu's kindness from last time.
After sending Zhao Qiankun off, the sky had completely darkened.
Chen Yu closed the door and returned to the first floor's shelves.
He sized up the new treatment equipment on the shelves with a playful gaze.
These were treatment equipment made with unique styles and materials.
