"Mr. Hu, what do you think Nan Zhubin is discussing with the visitor's family in the consultation room right now?"
"Supervisor Weng, how would I know..."
"Then what do you think they might be doing?"
"This, this, they can't possibly start a fight, right? Hahaha..."
Possibly thinking he made a humorous remark, Mr. Hu couldn't help but laugh.
Then quickly stopped.
Inside the supervisor's office.
After Nan Zhubin and Chen Jie's parents entered the consultation room, Weng Pinting called Mr. Hu to her office.
After all, besides Nan Zhubin and Weng Pinting, Mr. Hu was the person most knowledgeable about the situation regarding Nan Zhubin.
But at this moment, Weng Pinting seemed slightly regretful, because Mr. Hu's laughter was quite awkward.
The female supervisor squinted at her subordinate with a stylish mustache and said, "Your laugh is too fake."
