"Mr. Hu, where did you and Mr. Nan go a couple of days ago?"
"Is there a special case?"
"Could it be that Mr. Hu went out with Mr. Nan for an off-site consultation? That's not allowed..."
Yan Nuo Psychological Center, office area.
Mr. Hu walked in hard-soled leather shoes, making a light "tap-tap" sound on the tiles.
Trusting his colleagues' professionalism, he kept his expression tight and didn't answer any questions, avoiding revealing anything that might lead to the truth.
After spending some time with Nan Zhubin, he's grown somewhat defensive about questions he doesn't want to answer, almost to the point of PTSD.
Fortunately, the barrage of questions from colleagues seemed more like teasing, or a way to entertain themselves to recharge mentally after consultations.
Tap-tap-tap—Mr. Hu continued walking with a focused mind until he approached his destination.
A young consultant, who attracted half the attention of the office area even while sleeping on the desk.
