Mona, who had watched the entire process, silently touched her forehead, paused the surveillance video on her computer, then opened the car door and got out.
"Luo An, I think if you have time in the future, you might consider talking to a psychologist."
The two crossed the street and walked straight toward the small community. Mona walked up to Luo An and whispered,
"If you are worried that seeing an FBI psychologist might make your superiors worry about your mental state and impact your career, I can introduce you to a psychologist I absolutely trust.
She's really nice and highly professional... I'm not lying, she really helped me a lot when I was young."
Hearing Mona use her childhood experiences as an example to show she wasn't deceiving him, Luo An felt very pleased.
At the very least, it showed that Mona truly cared for him and genuinely wanted to help.
But…
"Mona, I really don't have any psychological issues."
Luo An shook his head in disapproval:
