"Stop pretending, I've known you long enough." Qiao Yuetong rolled her eyes, not fooled in the least.
The first time she met Han Yingying, she thought Han Yingying was an innocent and harmless fool, but after spending more time with her, she realized that Han Yingying was actually a cunning little fox who was simply too lazy to use her brain.
Some people appear shrewd but actually live a messy life, like her.
Some people seem confused but lead an exciting life, like Han Yingying.
This must be why she had always envied Han Yingying.
"By the way, I know a very impressive psychologist, here's his business card."
Qiao Yuetong looked at her in astonishment: "You already know?"
"Not a clue," Han Yingying blinked, her face full of innocence.
"Then you..."
"Intuition."
"Han Yingying, thank you." Clutching the business card, Qiao Yuetong felt truly grateful in her heart.
