Gao Yang quickly adapted and said, "Oh, I have an appointment at 11:30."

The short-haired receptionist glanced down at the list of today's appointments and then looked up at Gao Yang. "So, you're Mr. Qi Ying."

Qi Ying?

Alright, I give full marks for this homophone.

"Yes, I'm here for a consultation," Gao Yang smiled.

"You're so young," the receptionist smiled back, a complex look in her eyes that was hard to distinguish as either concern or sympathy.

Gao Yang thought to himself: Seeing a psychologist at such a young age is indeed something to be pitied.

"Please wait a moment, Dr. Su is still with another client."

"Okay."@@novelbin@@

Gao Yang sat on the sofa, and the receptionist poured him a glass of water.

He took a sip and quietly observed his surroundings. The light blue walls were adorned with crayon drawings full of childlike whimsy.

There was an old witch from fairy tales and a little pig wearing a space helmet landing on Mars.

The receptionist had returned to her desk, typing rapidly on WeChat, seemingly chatting with many people at once.

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