The door opened, revealing a simply furnished therapy room, with a sofa bed, a table, a chair, and curtains tightly drawn. The room was bathed in a warm yellow hue, and despite being in a bustling downtown area, no noise from outside permeated the space. The soundproofing was well done, and the air carried a faint scent of lavender.
Ruan Qian instructed Ran Tong to lie down on the sofa bed while she sat down beside her.
Lu Nancheng looked around and then turned around to leave.
As the door closed, Ruan Qian's voice, gentle as ever, rose, "Mr. Lu has already spoken to me. There will be no recording or note-taking, so just treat this like chatting with a friend."
Ran Tong clutched her fingers together, looking at her, but remained silent.
"Be assured, our conversation will be kept between us, I won't tell anyone, including your husband, so you can trust me completely," Ruan Qian continued softly.
Ran Tong blinked and then said, "In fact, he probably knows everything already."
