Then, he seemed to say something to the man crouching in front of him.

The man quickly stood up, bowed to him, and then prepared to leave.

Before leaving, he glanced at her.

Once the man who was talking to him left, he turned to look at her again.

Perhaps because they were downstairs, or maybe he was familiar with the person he just met.

At this moment, appearing at the bottom of "Sheng Guang Apartment," he was only wearing a hat, without sunglasses.

She was the one wearing sunglasses.

Their interaction was the opposite of the few previous encounters.

Great—

She could observe him however she wanted through her sunglasses now.

Unlike before, when it was difficult to get him to take off his sunglasses to closely observe his micro-expressions and gaze.

However, Ning Youguang quickly realized she was overthinking.

As she approached, he quickly lowered his head, avoiding eye contact.

Looking at the suitcase in her hand, he spoke in a deep voice, "Why are you here?"

"I’m here on a business trip."

As the psychologist of the patient, Ning Youguang had some understanding of him.

Today, meeting by chance in this place thousands of miles away.

For him to take the initiative to greet her was already a huge courtesy.

Thinking this, she added, "Staying here tonight."

She felt there was no need to tell him too much otherwise.

She didn’t want to reveal too much, and he clearly wouldn’t ask any further.

The two of them, one standing, the other sitting, fell into silence at the bustling entrance of "Sheng Guang Apartment."

Just staring like this wasn’t a solution.

Ning Youguang politely asked again, "And you’re here for...?"

The few times they had met before were at her studio in Jin City.

Aside from being certain of his occupation and identity, she was quite unclear about other aspects of his personal information.

When she asked around, she only received the response: "No fixed residence, unpredictable whereabouts."

Asking him directly, he answered sincerely each time.

But his answer was always, "I’m temporarily living at xx place."

The word "temporarily" limited her clearer understanding of his personal privacy.

However, at that time, she also didn’t mind.

This insincere manner doesn’t matter, as he was just a patient introduced by a friend.

As long as he wasn’t a criminal currently being sought, and could present legally recognised identification and promptly pay for therapy consultations.

She could treat him.

Moreover, the person who referred him to her studio was indeed a very good friend of hers.

And he was indeed the big figure whose name would yield numerous news articles with a casual online search.

Even though familiar yet unfamiliar with him.

It didn’t mean she wouldn’t be surprised seeing him under her apartment building just after getting off the car.

In fact, after asking the question, Ning Youguang regretted it a bit.

Just five simple words, spoken offhandedly, might be interpreted as prying into his whereabouts by someone deep-minded.

Ning Youguang thought his indifferent, hard-to-deal-with personality would probably prevent him from answering.

Unexpectedly, with just a brief silence, he replied, "Business trip."

After a slight pause, Ning Youguang softly responded, "Oh."

Okay, the fact that he answered was unexpectedly amicable.

Ning Youguang wasn’t concerned nor planned to ask anything further.

Anyway, it’s not therapy time now. They’re not doctor and patient, just two people who have crossed paths briefly.

She didn’t have to be responsible for him, naturally, she could relax and casually associate with him.

If the conversation flows, they chat more.

If not, then they stop.

Another moment of silence followed.

Ning Youguang felt it was better to quickly and politely say goodbye, "Mr. Shi, excuse me, I just got off the plane, feeling a bit tired. I’ll go up and rest first, let’s catch up when we have the time."

He remained silent but lifted his head.

Ning Youguang gave him a gentle smile again before turning with her suitcase towards the apartment building.

As she walked into the building, Ning Youguang couldn’t help but reflect on the conditions of their therapy sessions—

Their interactions might not continue much after this.

Even if they temporarily live in the same building, so what?

She didn’t live here permanently, and he certainly won’t either.

No intersection in daily life.

Possibly, no interaction in therapy soon either.

Why such speculation?

Because their collaborations so far have exceeded Ning Youguang’s expectations of therapeutic outcomes immensely.

After entering this field, every year-end, Ning Youguang would compile statistics on her patients.