"Meng Ting!" Xia Tian's voice rose, "We were earlier..."
Chief Judge Meng raised his weary hand, cutting Xia Tian off.
He then let out a long sigh: "Xiao Xia, you praised your Teacher Nan so much during the day, so why didn't you bring him to my office for a chat?"
"...?"
Xia Tian blinked.
The crowd had already stopped in their tracks at this point.
Chief Judge Meng turned his head towards Nan Zhubin, his gaze moved from bottom to top, then top to bottom.
[Can't we pull this guy in to do some work for the PR department? Such a waste otherwise.]
Thinking this to himself, Chief Judge Meng said aloud, "Teacher Nan really did a great job today. If we could resolve problems like this in the future, it would certainly make our work much smoother."
"But—Teacher Nan, are you really capable?"
Not waiting for Xia Tian to reply, Chief Judge Meng continued, "I've read your news reports, they're everywhere, talking about Micro-expression Analysis, very eye-catching."
