Yu Minglang couldn't understand why his promising wife would play a game with a madman at a one-sixth chance of death?
"For others, it's a one-sixth chance of death, but I can make that chance zero. Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. The rules of this game can't be played his way; I'm a psychological expert, so we'll play by our psychological rules."
"What do you want to do?"
Qian whispered a few words in his ear, and Yu Minglang went from anxious at first to furrowing his brows, considering whether Qian's method was feasible.
"Are you confident? The opponent's IQ is quite high." Yu Minglang asked her.
Qian nodded confidently.
"In my eyes, he's just a patient off his meds. No matter how high a patient's IQ is, it's useless with me."
Yu Minglang met her gaze, not as a husband this time, but using his professional experience.
