The middle-aged woman in front of him grabbed her husband's arm, trembling all over.
The middle-aged man raised his eyes, looking expressionless at Nan Zhubin.
"Are you pretending to be stupid, Mr. Nan?"
"Or are you saying you've already forgotten about our Xiao Jie so quickly?"
...
If one were to find a private setting for a conversation, no place would be more suitable than the consultation room.
Only now, Nan Zhubin didn't face the visitors with the left side of his body as he usually did.
Instead, he pulled up a chair and sat opposite Chen Jie's parents.
Inexplicably, it created a sense of unease similar to that of a real visitor.
[Emotion Rebalancing]
Nan Zhubin's eyes suddenly calmed down. He scrutinized the other side, instinctively starting to gather micro expression information from their faces.
Compared to Chen Jie's father, the expressions on Chen Jie's mother's face were less concealed.
Nan Zhubin looked over.
