Ou Bei Yao immediately had someone make arrangements. And so, in a quiet, dark room, he watched helplessly as his younger brother and this strange woman sat together watching... a movie. And it was... an animated film?
She would occasionally say a few things to him. Ou Beichen nodded every now and then, sometimes shook his head. He looked calm and obedient, not at all like someone suffering from anxiety or explosive temper disorder.
Could simply watching a movie cure him?
No, that couldn't be it. Those psychologists before had tried so many methods and failed to cure him. They couldn't even get him to cooperate. Yet this woman had effortlessly earned his compliance. There had to be some kind of reason behind this.
After the movie, which was an hour and a half long, Qin Miaomiao stood up. Ou Beichen grabbed her hand nervously, the turbulent emotions in his expression barely contained.
"Xiao Chen, be good. I'm going home now. I'll see you again next week, okay?"
