"If you can't do what you promised, no matter who you are, I'll make sure your death isn't a pretty one."
Song Qingwu's words relieved Xiao Qian, she had won.
"Hey, wait a moment!"
Just as Song Qingwu was about to hang up, Xiao Qian stopped him.
"Hmm?"
"Bring some seasonal fruits when you come. I ran out of fruits at home. Buy the most expensive ones as a compensation for the scare you gave me yesterday, in addition to the consultation fee. And, you hurt my classmate, you'll pay for her medical expenses too."
"...You're the first woman who dares to speak to me like this."
"Because I'm worth it. Remember, from now on I am your psychologist. No matter your identity, status, or wealth, in the eyes of a psychologist you have two titles: sick people are referred to as patients, and those seeking resolution to doubts are referred to as clients. Remember not to forget the fruits."
"...You better pray that you can live up to your words."
