"Among the visitors referred from the teacher's clinic, a few were transferred via the school's Psychological Consultation Center, so... they might have records at the center!"
Although Huang Xin's shaky rationale wanted to conceal it.
But under another wave of psychological onslaught from Nan Zhubin, this information was easily obtained.
"The Psychological Consultation Center? Was this after I was expelled?"
Huang Xin nodded with difficulty, looking like he had just been fished out of water: "Yes."
Nan Zhubin glanced at him.
Sure enough, there were still those with psychological professionalism who, under my initial onslaught, still had the will to resist.
When carrying a secret, throwing out a lighter one to confuse the hunter can prevent them from chasing the deeply buried, important secrets.
Like a lizard losing its tail.
