"Madam, is there a psychologist named Shang Haohao here?"
The old lady's wrinkled black face paused, giving Yue Feng a thorough up and down look.
She gestured towards the closed store across the street, rubbing her mouth.
"Lordy! The lass hasn't got up yet, the sun's already shining on our behinds and the shop's still not open!"
"..."
Yue Feng turned his head to glance back at the shop behind him.
Only then did he notice the red tape with few characters stuck on the revolving glass door.
Shang's Psychology Clinic, the level-one psychologist national 'bull'- the horizontal stroke of the character '医' had fallen off.
Yue Feng's mouth twitched in disbelief. Is this really a level-one national psychologist? Are they treating people or bulls?
Yue Feng hesitated for a moment, glancing at Yue Rou by his side, still groggy and not fully awake.
He opened the car door and got out. He walked up to the glass door and knocked forcefully.
"Shang Haohao! Shang Haohao!"
