At that time, she was intent on seeking death and instinctively resisted anything related to Li Beicheng, and she had absolutely no plan to see a psychologist.
Although this was not her fault, and she had always been unaware.
The man, apparently not expecting Yan Xiaye to actually take on such responsibility, had his long eyes slightly widen in surprise but then returned to normal. He scoffed with disdain, "Are all people from wealthy families as hypocritical as you?"
"Think what you like." Yan Xiaye probably knew how she was perceived in his eyes and simply didn't bother to argue. Instead, she took out a sticky note, wrote down her number, and handed it over to the man, "You want to make amends to that girl as well, right? Regardless of how you plan to do it, I'm willing to share half the burden."
The man didn't take the sticky note, but gave her a deep look and turned to leave on his own, "Young Madam Li, don't think that everything can be solved with money."
