President, Mrs. is dancing on your grave with five little babies.

Hearing this, Song Runian looked at Wan Xiaxia with a face full of astonishment, suspecting that there was something wrong with his ears.

Before Wan Xiaxia was still refusing to tell himself, what happened, why did he suddenly change his mind now?

Seeming to see her doubts, Wan Xiaxia explained, "I just think that if I have one more person to help me analyze and solve problems, maybe I can figure it out sooner!"

Song Runian nodded, and opened the document.

The words that caught her eyes instantly made her stunned.

This is a completely unfamiliar piece of personal information, but the one-inch photo posted on it can vaguely see Wan Xiaxia's appearance.

"This is a fake identity." Wan Xiaxia said, "I asked the policeman to get it for me."

"Don't you like your current status?" Song Ru Nian asked.

Wan Xiaxia took advantage of the opportunity to sit on the edge of the bed, and continued to rub his hair, "How should I put it, I like it, but there is a kind of resistance that I can't control, not for this identity, but for..."

"To Dad, isn't it?" Wan Xiaxia guessed the reason.

Wan Xiaxia nodded, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, "Otherwise, why am I willing to tell you, Nian Nian, you are a smart person, you can always understand what I mean immediately."

But in exchange, Song Runian was deeply puzzled, "Why, don't you like Dad?"

"I can't say it. Facing his approach, I only have hatred and resistance in my heart, but there is still a voice in my heart telling me that this is wrong."

Unfortunately, Wan Xia couldn't control himself at all.

This feeling of incomparable contradiction is really hard to describe.

In the end, he even lowered his head dejectedly, "I don't know what's wrong with me, but I just did it by accident, Nian Nian, is this a normal reaction of my pre-marital anxiety?"

This--

Facing Wan Xiatian's expectant eyes, Song Runian hesitated.

Honestly, it's not like common premarital angst.

Even if you don't want to get married, it's at best a bad show.

How can it be so serious that you have to change your identity and live in another place?

"Or I'll find a psychiatrist!" Song Ru Nian said.

Wan Xiaxia nodded, and immediately reminded, "Don't look for Gu Jiangfeng, what if it gets out?"

"Don't worry, I'll look outside." Song Runian patted the back of her hand as a comfort.

She did what she said, and she found a psychiatrist to see Wan Xiaxia the next day.

Even in order not to be found out, even the location of diagnosis and treatment was chosen in an outside coffee shop.

The psychiatrist is a senior expert in his 50s and has a high reputation in the field of psychologists in Kyoto.

But when he saw Wan Xiaxia, he stood up excitedly, "Master, it's you!"

"Do we know each other?" Wan Xiaxia had no impression.

The psychologist nodded furiously, "I know you master, I was poor before, and I didn't make any progress in this profession, but when I passed by your door, you gave me a box of books, and there were many notes in it. Like, let me sell it for money..."

"So that's how it is," Wan Xiaxia suddenly realized, "So you earned your first pot of gold by relying on that box of old books, and if you continue to work in this line of work, you will become a top talent?"

Talent, how much is it to sell a scrap product, and you can fight such a beautiful turnaround!

The psychologist quickly shook his head, "Of course it's not selling scrap products. I read all the books and notes in it, and benefited a lot, that's why I succeeded."