Chen Mu watched with wide-open eyes.
He Congming put his hand on his throat and made a rubbing motion.
"Dr. Chen, actually, when that guy turned around, I noticed he made a throat-rubbing gesture."
Chen Mu: "Rubbing the throat doesn't really prove anything, right?"
He Congming continued shaking his head: "It might not prove anything initially, but Dr. Chen, you need to hear me out."
"I could see that he was a bit angry about his situation at first."
"But after that throat-rubbing action, he seemed a lot more deflated, and walked away quietly."
"Dr. Chen, think about it, what did I say earlier?"
Chen Mu seriously followed He Congming's train of thought.
Frowning, he said, "You said earlier that this student hasn't spoken for a week."
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"6666!!!!"
"Is Da Congming's observational skills really that strong? I'm genuinely impressed!"
