"In discussion." He Chen walked over to the sofa, sat down, crossed one leg over the other, and smirked, "Have you really thought it through? I've heard that MECT therapy can have side effects, more or less, and it doesn't rule out short-term memory chaos."
"Need to think?" The man stood by the window against the light, his brows and eyes heavy with indifference, "Arrange it as soon as possible."
He Chen touched his eyebrow, his smile slightly cold, "As long as you cooperate, everything can proceed step by step. What's your hurry, afraid Li Qiao will run away?"
Shang Yu glanced at him indifferently, "So much nonsense?"
"Alright, you're sick, I'm not going to stoop to your level." He Chen took out a cigarette case and lit a cigarette, "I saw He Qing yesterday."
