“I’ll wash the dishes.” Xu Yimo relented and walked to the washing station.
Veronica turned to look at Yingjila’s lunch, served it out and served it.
“I’m going to see the doctor in the afternoon.” When Veronica came back, Xu Yimo had already washed the dishes.
“See the doctor?” Veronica looked at him a few times, “Where are you uncomfortable?”
“It’s my psychiatrist. I see him regularly once a month.” Xu Yimo explained, “Because of his guidance and help, only a few of us can exist well.”
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