The commotion inside the counseling room made the already tense crowd outside feel a tingle on their scalps.
"Mr. Nan!"
Mr. Hu rushed in immediately, followed closely by Weng Pinting.
Then, they saw the counseling room in its current state of disarray.
Inside was a woman who was startled and began to cry; and two men, one standing and one lying on the ground.
Lu Jia knew she couldn't help, so when Mr. Hu opened the door, she turned around and ran to the office area to call for help. Soon, several young assistants and consultants followed her and came over together.
Thus, they saw the embarrassing scene inside the counseling room together with Mr. Hu and Weng Pinting.
"..."
Nan Zhubin fell silent for a moment, looking at Mr. Hu and Weng Pinting, his face softened for a moment.
This gentleness was fleeting and quickly turned into seriousness, even sternness.
Afterward, Nan Zhubin, who was standing, pointed at Dr. Chen, who was groaning on the ground.
"Can you lend a hand?"
