Nan Zhubin couldn't help but tighten his grip on Liu Pan's hand.
Originally thinking Nan Zhubin was about to leave, Huang Xin was just about to stand up from his chair but found himself sitting back down again.
At the same time, he held his breath slightly.
Liu Pan, on the other hand, seeing that Nan Zhubin had stopped leaving, couldn't help but pull out a relieved smile.
He wanted to say something, but he didn't know it would be followed by Nan Zhubin's storm-like offensive.
...
Nan Zhubin's gaze was indifferent, emotionless, yet it seemed to latch onto Liu Pan's face like a hook.
"Your father is a psychiatrist, while you're a psychology master's student. I don't know how you see it, but in some way, this seems like a kind of professional downgrade."
In natural science, psychology is at the lower end, or even the bottom, of the disdain hierarchy; this is common knowledge.
Especially when faced with medicine.
