“Ma’am, sorry to bother you for a few minutes.”
“Do we know each other?” Looking at the young man before her, so striking and composed, with a straight posture, an air of wealth between his brows, and a slight rhotic accent, Jiang Moran instinctively took a few steps back, her eyes full of confusion and wariness.
She was quite certain she had never crossed paths with this young man. If there hadn’t been armed police patrolling not far away, she would have been frightened into nervously walking off.
“I have a high-paying job here, looking after a child with a condition...” The man paused, as though searching for a more tactful way to put it.
“A fifteen-year-old with severe depression.” His voice grew unusually heavy and strained as he said “severe depression.”
“Why me?”
