"I'm getting out of the car, got anything else to say?" Jiang Zhe said, holding his backpack while a corner of his school uniform fluttered in the breeze.
He seemed both otherworldly and divine.
The more nonchalant he appeared, the more he stirred emotions in others.
He Ling was stunned for a while before realizing his own identity, "Why should I, perfectly fine, go see a psychologist?"
As he said this, his certainty was obviously lacking, and he dared not look at Jiang Zhe.
"I've decided. You need to."
"I don't need to!" He Ling retorted loudly.
"Enough, He Ling!" He Zizhou scolded him, "Apologize!"
Jiang Zhe popped a couple of chewing gums into his mouth: "No need for apologies, I don't lower myself to the level of sick people."
He Ling was so annoyed he was at a loss for words: "I'm not going to see La Xiu, not if I die!"
Jiang Zhe let out a light laugh: "Then go die."
He Ling: "..."
Other people: "..."
