"Of course not, I was just speaking off the cuff." Nan Zhubin sighed deeply, "Tell me what you found out, if there's something missing, I can go back and fill in the gaps."
Mr. Hu nodded and started to share his findings—
First, Mr. Hu added the receptionist on WeChat.
Mr. Hu emphasized, "It's the work WeChat."
Nan Zhubin pursed his lips, feeling that neither praising nor looking down on him was suitable in this situation.
"Be careful of [transference]." Nan Zhubin reminded, "And [countertransference]."
"Impossible." Mr. Hu scoffed, "Who do we see every day? It's Xiaojia and Supervisor Weng! Compared to her… there's quite a gap."
Hmm… huh?
Nan Zhubin first nodded, then blinked and paused: "Your subconscious reaction seems a bit off."
Mr. Hu's breath hitched, but his face remained expressionless as he brought the topic back around.
"Let me tell you what I know."
