In the back seat, An Ning opened her eyes and cleared her throat slightly.
"Qiu Rui, please take Yu Zheng home. And arrange a few psychological counseling sessions for him over the next few days."
Qiu Rui, who was driving, looked at An Ning through the rearview mirror. "Okay. What about you?"
After all, she had been sent by her superiors specifically to provide psychological counseling for An Ning.
An Ning rested a hand on the door handle and smiled faintly. "Don't worry. I used to butcher pigs all the time back home. I'm used to it."
With a CLICK, An Ning got out.
Inside the car, Yu Zheng gave Qiu Rui an awkward smile.
"I'm not usually like this. Today was just... a bit sudden."
Qiu Rui turned her head to look at Yu Zheng beside her. "Does butchering pigs really have that effect?"
"Huh? Maybe. She's An Ning, after all."
She was An Ning. That one sentence seemed to explain everything, yet at the same time, nothing at all.
