Leng Xie lowered his head and scratched it.
Ah, these two, father and son, were naturally incompatible.
No matter how much Mr. Li cared for and looked after Ding Ding, he always found a way to infuriate him.
"You can go now," Mr. Li said, waving his hand with a stern face.
Leng Xie cautiously retreated.
Half an hour later.
Li Zhenting and Dr. Robert sat facing each other on the sofa.
Li Zhenting carefully recounted Ding Ding's recent words and behavior to Dr. Robert.
Dr. Robert furrowed his brows tightly.
"In theory, while Ding Ding does display some symptoms of autism, it shouldn't be as pronounced as this. It's really not supposed to be like this."
"So, I suspect he may have developed schizophrenia, and the condition seems to be quite severe," Li Zhenting expressed his deep concern.
