Nan Zhubin's gaze was so intense that Xia Tian followed his line of sight and saw the direction of the main entrance.
"Ah, that seems to be Meng Ting's relative. There was an economic dispute case here earlier, but due to conflict-of-interest principles, it wasn't handled by Meng Ting. The specifics..."
At this point, Xia Tian paused; the specifics needed to remain confidential.
But even if Xia Tian wanted to say it, Nan Zhubin wouldn't hear.
Despite the distance, body language automatically fed information into his eyes.
[Body stiff, exposed muscles tense.]
[Neck rigid, head hardly moving, involving the whole upper body when rotating the gaze.]
[Body leaning forward severely, with unusual shoulder hunch...]
The next second, Nan Zhubin darted out directly.
The other three left behind were stunned.
