It's rare to see Lin Jiamu once, so Mu Yan couldn't refuse to have a meal with him.
After just a couple of bites, Lin Jiamu brought up an old topic, "Did you continue seeing that psychologist from last time?"
Mu Yan's heart sank; she really dreaded this conversation.
She stalled by saying, "Uh, I haven't had time recently."
"It's almost New Year, you haven't got any plans, right? Trying to fool me?" Lin Jiamu looked at her with displeasure, "You've been getting more and more out of hand lately."
Mu Yan, "..."
Why does he sound like he's scolding a daughter, when he's just a few years older than her?
She sighed, "I just feel it's useless."
"If you don't try, how would you know it's useless?" Lin Jiamu said seriously.
Mu Yan remained silent. Of all doctors, she was least afraid of seeing a psychologist, probably because she'd seen too many.
Knowing her reluctance, Lin Jiamu said earnestly, "I'm not forcing you, just hoping you won't have any regrets."
