Summer looked at Stanley and then turned to look at Leonardo.

Leonardo remained sober from the beginning to the end, so he did not know what Stanley wanted him to feel.

However, Summer knew what Stanley meant.

If Leonardo hadn't pinched her hand, she would have been hypnotized.

It was hard to describe that feeling. For a while, Summer felt she was not who she was. The surroundings were very quiet. There was a vast expanse of whiteness. She did not know where she was going or what she was going to say.

Stanley stared at Leonardo with a serious expression.

Leonardo leaned lazily back in his chair, and said casually, "But I can understand. After all, you are only a psychiatrist. Although hypnosis and psychology seem to closely related, they are not the same."

Stanley still looked like crap.

His lips curled in a forced smile. "Indeed, I'm sorry to be so unskillful."

Stanley had always been calm. Summer only saw him panic when he was with Leonardo.

Ordinary person was no match for Leonardo.

Leonardo said indifferently, "You have to be sorry."

Leonardo was not inclined to mince his words.

Summer couldn't help but turn to look at him.

He casually stood up, with his hands in his pockets.

"Let's go," he said to Summer.

Summer was at a loss for a moment and then said, "You go first."

She still wanted to ask Stanley something. She had to figure it out before she left.

Leonardo looked at her and then at Stanley. Suddenly, he turned around and sat down. "Just ask."

Summer noticed a flicker of doubt in his eyes. He seemed to think she would cheat on him with Stanley....

Summer bit her lips and said coldly, "It is none of your business."

She had tried her best to forbear recently. Leonardo had been quite rude since he lost his memory.

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