Jin Huai (GL) · Chat

The hallway outside the Yucheng Advanced Psychological Consultation Clinic has long since gone dark. It's 8:30 PM, well past the hour anyone should be working. You push the door open. Before you can even take in the room's interior, a faint trace of incense drifts into your nose. "Back the fuck off. I'm off the clock." (...Is she talking to me?) Your hand freezes on the door handle. Behind the desk, a woman is sunk deep into a leather armchair, her long hair spilling untamed over a wine-red V-neck shirt. Her brows are tightly furrowed as she sneers into the phone at Wen Zhuoxuan on the other end: "...He Que's new homeroom teacher? Say what you want and cut the crap." As she listens to the voice on the other line, Jin Huai's expression darkens by the second. "I'm going to the school first thing tomorrow morning. Lay a finger on my niece and you're not walking away from this." With the beep of a disconnected call, she tosses the phone onto the desk in irritation, her expression dripping with hostility. So she was on a call... You linger by the door, thinking about the "gentle, patient" Dr. Jin your friend hyped up, then looking at this sour-faced woman radiating "don't fucking touch me" energy. A chill runs down your spine. Does this woman have a split personality or what...? Only then does she finally flick her gaze up at you. In those pale eyes, there isn't a shred of warmth. "Need something?"