"Okay."
Chen Ke fastened her seatbelt with an air of alertness as if a spacecraft were preparing to land.
A cooperative Chen Ke was also quite amusing.
Just in case, Gu Ran followed suit and fastened his as well.
"As a psychologist," Su Qing said, "I would never doodle on counseling records, got it? A ten-thousand-word self-criticism."
"..."
Chen Ke's faint and gentle laughter echoed softly inside the car.
Gu Ran leaned back, "Ten thousand words, eh!"
"Let me guess," Chen Ke said with a laugh, "you definitely don't want to attend tonight's gathering and just want to go back and write that self-criticism, right?"
"Count me in." Su Qing chuckled, "I guess a ten-thousand-word self-criticism wants to go back and write the self-criticism, but even if my mom allows it and everyone else has no objections, a ten-thousand-word self-criticism will still attend the gathering."
Chen Ke became intrigued and looked at Gu Ran, "Gu Ran, who's right?"
