"If you can't keep your promise, no matter who you are, I'll make sure you die a horrible death."
Song Qingwu's words made Qian breathe a sigh of relief. She had won.
"Hey, wait a minute!"
Just as Song Qingwu was about to hang up, Qian stopped him.
"Hmm?"
"Bring some seasonal fruits over. I'm out of fruits at home. Buy the most expensive ones. Consider it the extra cost for scaring me yesterday, not part of the consultation fee. Also, you injured my classmate, so the medical expenses are on you."
"...You're the first woman who dares to treat me like this."
"Because I deserve it, remember from now on, I'm your psychologist. No matter your identity, status, or how much money you have, in the eyes of a psychologist, there are only two titles. Those with issues are patients, and those without but seeking answers are clients. Client, I remind you not to forget the fruits."
"...You'd better pray that you can walk the talk."
