In her view, Su Qing was Zhuang Jing's daughter, and even if Zhuang Jing had agreed to the matter, it was still not possible to disregard Su Qing's feelings.
Su Qing smiled and said, "It's quite good, actually. I was planning to talk to my mom about this. Zhi's treatment will need your help at the beginning."
"Zhi's... treatment?" The young woman placed her hands on her chest, her voice becoming anxious yet filled with anticipation.
The gesture of placing hands on her chest could seem contrived in real life, but she made it look very natural.
But as a psychologist, was this reaction not a bit too strong?
"Actually, the plan is quite simple," Su Qing said, hands in pockets, with a gentle and beautiful smile on her face, "there's no need to deliberately tell Zhi that other people won't hurt him."