Zhang Qingyue felt a bit awkward as she withdrew her hand, "An'an is quite a character..."
Mu Qingli explained, "My sister has autism."
"Autism?" Zhang Qingyue frowned slightly, then said, "I know a gold-medal psychologist. Here's his contact information; when you have time, you can take An'an to see him." Zhang Qingyue took a business card out of her pocket and handed it to Mu Qingli.
"Thank you," Mu Qingli said, accepting the card with thanks.
"No trouble at all," Zhang Qingyue said with a smile, "I have some things to take care of, so I'll go first. Let's not miss each other tomorrow morning."
"Alright," Mu Qingli nodded.
After Zhang Qingyue left, Mu Qingli ran a few laps with An'an before they headed home.
The house was not as quiet as usual, with a neat row of people standing in the living room.