In the evening, Gu Wencheng called Su Han. At this time, Meng Nianyao was already asleep.
Gu Wencheng lit a cigarette and told Su Han about Meng Nianyao.
"Her condition appears similar to post-traumatic stress disorder," Su Han said. "I suggest you take her to see a psychiatrist."
Gu Wencheng frowned, unwilling to believe this result. "You sure you didn't make a wrong diagnosis? Two months ago, she had suffered a much greater blow than now."
"President Gu, what do you think people are?" Su Han smiled. "It's not just people; even if it was a stone, it would still break into two pieces if it falls to the ground. A person is not harder than a stone. Meng Nianyao had suffered a bigger blow the last time, but she didn't break down. This only meant that the tension in her heart hadn't broken yet, but this time, it did. Of course, my judgment might not be right. Take her to see a professional psychiatrist and see what the psychiatrist has to say."
