Ignatius Leclair glanced at his watch, noticing their conversation had exceeded twenty minutes. He frowned with displeasure, and only when he saw the chatty psychologist finally rise from his seat in the tea room did he allow a slight curve to touch his lips and walked over.
"Thank you for your effort, Mr. Jian," the man said politely and courteously.
Jian, caught a bit off guard, hastily waved his hand and replied with a smile, "Mr. Leclair, you're too kind."
As the man's deep gaze lingered on him, Jian suddenly remembered and quickly added, "Mrs. Leclair's depression is already at its mildest stage. As long as she's not subjected to stimulation, it's unlikely to escalate into severe depression."
Stimulation? The man's phoenix-shaped eyes narrowed slightly. What kind of stimulation would qualify?
