Fu Shiyan said, "It's just a test to see if that dream still affects me. Although I haven't had that dream for a while now."
"Do you still want to find that woman?"
Fu Shiyan squeezed her hand, "No need to look anymore, there's no necessity."
An Yan thought for a moment, "I want to accompany you to your psychological test tomorrow."
"Of course, you can."
The next morning.
Gu Han straightened her skirt and put herself in the best state before knocking on Fu Shiyan's door.
The door opened quickly.
When she saw that the visitor was An Yan, the smile on her lips froze, "You're here too, An Yan."
"Yes, Younger Uncle invited me to his room for breakfast." An Yan's lips curled into a pure smile.
That smile was like a thorn piercing deeply into Gu Han's heart; it was a naked provocation and flaunting.
Being a psychologist, she knew exactly what such a woman was thinking—it was nothing more than a declaration of her own sovereignty.
