Luo Qianqian was brought to the front of a building by Luo Xiying, somewhat dumbfounded, "Uncle, a hidden expert living in the mundane world? A sage selling clothes?"
Luo Xiying's face was full of black lines as he took Luo Qianqian up the elevator to the higher floors, "I didn't say we were going to a mall to find someone; you misunderstood."
Looking at the modest sign in front of her: Keke Psychological Counseling Room, Luo Qianqian pretended as if nothing had happened just before, obediently sitting in her wheelchair.
"Hello, do you have an appointment?" As soon as they walked in, a cheerful girl came up to greet them, looking back and forth from Luo Qianqian to Luo Xiying, her face full of scorn when she looked at Luo Qianqian.
"My last name is Luo," Luo Xiying nodded.
But Luo Qianqian noticed the girl's gaze and felt uncomfortable. What did she do to deserve such contempt?
