Yu Minglang turned on the light, and Qian squinted as she carefully read a line in the book.
"What's wrong?"
"This book says that the influence of a person's subconscious on their consciousness is 30,000 times stronger. It's not the first time I've heard this point of view."
Last time, it seemed to be in a past life.
"Are you kidding me? 30,000 times? Who dares to write that?"
Qian glanced at the author's name on the cover, "Halley—it's him."
"Haha." Xiaoqiang laughed, thinking of something funny.
"Why are you laughing?"
"I'm laughing at the English name Halley. When I was in middle school, there was a stuttering classmate in my class who couldn't pronounce it right no matter what. He always said hai~hai~li! It sounded like he was saying 'beaver'."
Qian was amused by him. He imitated it in a funny way, with a curled tongue and a weird voice, elongating the sound.
"Harry is a very thoughtful psychiatrist. I think some of his ideas are very innovative, but—"
