Lianxin was wearing a long nightgown with tiny plum blossoms on it, her hair tied at the back of her head. Her smile was gentle and serene, but her eyes were somewhat dazed and distracted.
As a doctor, Tang Qingxue could tell that Lianxin was already showing clear symptoms of schizophrenia. This meant that the person standing in front of her was no longer a regular person but a psychologically twisted mental patient.
She warned herself not to be impulsive, to stall her, and seek the best opportunity to escape.
"Yes, I'm looking for my phone..."
Tang Qingxue let out a sigh of relief and quickly walked towards Lianxin, preparing to take the phone. Suddenly, Lianxin hid the phone behind her back, "Cousin-in-law, why do you keep holding the ashtray?"
Tang Qingxue forced a smile and carefully placed the ashtray on the table, "I was just foolish, talking to you distractedly, and took the ashtray with me."
Lianxin smiled slightly and handed the phone to Tang Qingxue.
