"A psychologist?"
Wen Meimei was utterly bewildered. She hadn't asked for any psychologist, had she?
Liu Bei added, "Mr. Qiao asked me to take a look at you."
Wen Meimei immediately became unhappy, "Look at what? I'm not sick."
Liu Bei smiled gently, "Whether you're sick or not is something I'll know after I have a look. I hope Miss Wen will cooperate with my work; otherwise, neither of us can leave this room today. This is Mr. Qiao's order."
"I think he's the one with a mental issue. You might as well see him first."
Liu Bei still smiled amiably and said patiently, "Miss Wen, you're a smart person. Let's not waste each other's time, shall we?"
Wen Meimei glared at him, and then, thinking of Qiao Chengxun's infuriatingly icy face—King of Hell Qiao—her anger flared up.
Fine, fine, fine, see a psychologist, right?
She wasn't sick; what was there to be afraid of?
"Let's get started then."