Nan Zhubin's reaction left Lin Lulin quite dissatisfied; he wanted to roar again.
But in the next second, Nan Zhubin stood up, intending to leave.
This action sent Lin Lulin into a panic.
"Wait, so soon? Is it over?" His once dry throat suddenly turned anxious, "Zhuren, have you nothing left to say? Or do you think there's something I said that was wrong? Refute me!"
Nan Zhubin did not respond immediately but nodded to show that Xia Yuefeng could indeed leave.
Without turning his head, he packed his belongings and said, "I initially thought I could hear some deep past from you, some experiences worth learning from. But now it seems you're not much different from what I imagined, similar to those 'over-commercialized' professionals I've encountered before."
"If there's any difference, it's that you've gone a bit further and crossed the line," Nan Zhubin said blandly, "but essentially—it's just that."
After his heartfelt self-reflection, he received such a blunt truth in return.
