บท 522: Chapter 522 Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder_1

She knew she couldn't just be an ordinary aunt.

The little guy puffed out his cheeks and continued playing with the building blocks, ignoring her.

The psychologist couldn't help but feel embarrassed; this little guy was really tough to deal with.

"Little friend, do you see what this is?"

The psychologist took out a picture and asked her softly.

Little Nuomi glanced at it, then ignored her again, bowing her head and concentrating on the building blocks.

Mu Shaoxi looked up, "Auntie, could you please step aside?"

Mu Shaoxi was bothered by her taking up space, impeding his play with the blocks.

The psychologist: "..."

Her heart suffered a ten-thousand-point critical hit.

What kind of kids are these!

Giving up so easily was simply an insult to her twenty-plus years of practice; the psychologist persisted.

Since Little Nuomi was wary, she decided to just play together with her, to break down her mental defenses, to make her believe in herself.