The short man, pushed by Nan Zhubin, walked towards the place where Chang Ming was, like a puppet being pulled by strings.
Soon, a low voice of discussion came from the room, among which were a few high-pitched comments from the student's parents.
Chonghui walked over to Nan Zhubin.
He looked at Nan Zhubin again with a much more serious gaze.
Nan Zhubin was so familiar with this situation that he didn't flinch, skillfully showing a polite smile without speaking.
After a while, Chonghui squeezed out a sentence: "Were the things you mentioned, guesses?"
"Which ones?"
"The series of reactions like throat, pupils, and nostrils."
Chonghui's expression was complex; although he studied [micro expressions], he had human eyes which could only catch large body movements like [nodding] to the extent.
What Nan Zhubin said exceeded his imagination.
Subconsciously, Chonghui took Nan Zhubin's statement as a psychological trick in negotiation.