With the words spoken, the visitor's head jerked suddenly.
As if dodging something, or as if an invisible punch landed in his mind.
Nan Zhubin was waiting for this reaction.
He immediately said, "Let's pause."
Time to use the [grounding technique].
In fact, even without Nan Zhubin speaking, the visitor had already stopped narrating.
At this moment, he clenched his fists, the muscles on the sides of his jaw tightening and relaxing repeatedly, as if clenching his teeth.
Meanwhile, his right leg was constantly shaking, the tip of his foot touching the ground, heel lifting and dropping. Supported by his elbows on his knees, this movement made his entire upper body twitch slightly.
"Nan Zhihao?" the consultant thought for a moment and said softly.
The visitor did not respond, breathing heavily through his nose, the sound of struggle resonating throughout the entire consulting room.
"...Nan Zhihao!" the consultant suddenly raised his voice.
