"Can we end the consultation here? I need to play video games with my client's son," Gege indicated her phone.
"Of course," He Qingyan smiled, "Parent-child time is most important."
She put down the pen, gently pushed the consulting record across the table, and it slid towards Gege.
"Please sign here," He Qingyan made a gesture of invitation.
There really wasn't a process for signing.
Gege picked up the consulting record, glanced at it twice, and put it down, along with her phone.
She looked left and right, surveying the surroundings.
Wang Yi glanced at He Qingyan's consulting record, which featured a sketch: a bed, a shadow holding an axe, Xu Butian lying on the bed with the part of her head above her nose extending past the edge.
There were three details:
1. The axe was sharply realistic;
2. The shadow's eyes looked real;
3. The Xu Butian lying on the bed had no eyes.
