Nan Zhubin spread his hands: "Like I just said—you didn't pay. So I can only 'support' you up to this point."
As he spoke, he pointed to the tightly closed meeting room door, where the silhouette of a recently departed woman seemed to linger.
"You're not thinking something like 'she feels wronged because I rejected her, so she still has feelings for me, a part of her soul is still the person she used to be,' right?"
Chonghui laughed completely: "I'm not that much of a sucker."
"She's angry… because she realizes she can't control me anymore, right? She's obviously been frustrated with other things today, I was her fallback option, and now she can't even count on that. In a series of feelings of losing control, that's why there were…"
Chonghui gestured with his hands and feet: "...those reactions."
Alright, since Chonghui can understand this, then there's no problem.
Nan Zhubin nodded: "So are we done saying goodbye to the naive past?"
