Who would study psychology if they didn't have some kind of problem?

Chapter 448 Crying

At this moment, the old lady's posture is closer to kneeling.

It's similar to a certain kind of gesture—well, like in TV dramas where someone shouts "Your Honor!" and then crawls down to someone high above them.

Summer's face turned green instantly.

They jumped up as if they'd been electrocuted and grabbed the old woman's arm.

But they dared not use too much force, for fear of hurting something on the old lady's body.

In this situation, even though there were two people supporting her, the old lady actually knelt down little by little.

A cry rang out the next moment: "Boss! I've finally been waiting for you today—"

……

Nan Zhuren now understands why the expression on her face was so bitter when Xia Tian brought up this matter that day.

The psychological counseling room contains a rich diversity of human situations.

However, Nan Zhuren had never encountered a situation like this before.

For a moment, even he was in a daze.

As for the direct recipient of the "kneeling worship," it was Judge Meng.

If summer is like being electrocuted.

He was now essentially sitting on a hot oil pan, and the thin layer of sweat on his forehead suddenly started pouring out like a spring.

Even so, he managed to keep his voice gentle thanks to his excellent facial expression control: "Auntie, please get up first, let's talk things out, okay..."

As he spoke, Judge Meng subtly tugged at his leg; his trouser leg had already been grabbed, and five thin fingers gripped the thin fabric tightly like the roots of an old tree.

Looking at those hands that resembled chicken claws wrapped in human skin, Judge Meng dared not exert any force.

The security guards at the entrance reacted quickly, rushing forward but hesitant to touch the octogenarian. However, they were well-trained; one immediately ran inside to report the situation, while the other circled around to maintain order.

"Scatter, scatter, there's nothing to see... Don't take pictures, put your phones away!"

The sound was quickly drowned out.

"—Boss!"

Judge Meng's forehead was covered in even more sweat.

Mo Kai, who had just parked his car, ran back and was completely dumbfounded—how did things turn out like this?

He couldn't help but look at his two senior brothers. What should he do now?
And Nan Zhuren—

[Emotional readjustment]

[Flow state]

His eyes cleared instantly, and he then scanned his surroundings.

Good, after all, their location is special, so the crowd of onlookers is not too "mass," and there is still basic order at this moment.

So for now, all we need to do is appease the old lady.

"Senior brother." Nan Zhuren nudged Chonghui hard with his elbow.

This big guy has actually realized what's going on now.

The two exchanged a quick glance, and then, without waiting to see if the other had understood the meaning in their eyes, they went their separate ways.

Nan Zhuren squatted down first; he needed to complete the first step.

While everyone else hesitated to touch the old lady, Nan Zhuren boldly embraced her, supporting her left elbow with his left hand and crossing her entire back with his right arm, pressing his right hand onto the five fingers that were tightly gripping Meng Tingchang.

I tried using force—it didn't budge.

"Auntie," Nan Zhuren said, trying to make her voice as soft and gentle as possible without losing her strength, "Please don't worry, the leader is right here. Can we go inside and talk about it? We..."

"Boss! My child is truly innocent! I've been trying to find you every day, but I can't reach you. Today I finally found you—"

Nan Zhuren's words were abruptly interrupted.

His attempts to calm her down had no effect whatsoever. His brow furrowed slightly as Nan Zhuren looked at the old woman lying on the ground.

Because the other person had their head down, their expression was completely invisible.

He looked up and saw the other person's hand gripping Meng Ting's trouser leg, which remained motionless.

The emotions haven't been calmed down?

Is it because older people have very high emotional peaks? Or... is the other person's emotion naturally calm?

Nan Zhuren immediately changed his strategy.

Okay, since you can't tell me to "not rush," then you can "rush" even more!

This time, Nan Zhuren took two deep breaths, actively adjusted his mindset, and began to try to feel the atmosphere around him and listen to the complex sounds, which made him feel impatient.

At the same time, Nan Zhuren began to recall those scenes in his memory that made him feel anxious, and to think of those faces that made him involuntarily lose his composure.

Then--

"Auntie, the leaders are aware of your problem. You see, I'm an expert from outside, and I was invited here today to solve your problem."

“If you stay here and don’t go in, the problem won’t be solved. Soon people will surround us, and we’ll have to deal with them, making it even harder to solve your problem, right?”

His voice was like a large block of dry ice thrown into a pool of water, quickly spreading out and permeating every corner around him without stopping.

The next second, Nan Zhuren felt something grab her hand.

"This kid, are you serious?"

Nan Zhuren's vision was immediately filled with a gaunt face.

It was an old lady; she had been crying and wailing for so long, yet not a single tear had fallen from her face.

bass--

At the same time, Chonghui squeezed between the old lady and Judge Meng at lightning speed. He was so strong that Judge Meng couldn't help but be pushed back a step.

"Meng Ting, you go in first, leave this to us," Chong Hui said in a low voice.

Judge Meng blinked, instinctively refusing: "No, if I leave now, things will become even more unmanageable, and afterwards..."

“You can go inside and wait for the old lady,” Chonghui interrupted in a low voice. “If you stay here, the old lady won’t be able to calm down.”

Chonghui didn't understand the intricacies of Judge Meng's work, but he knew how to handle such highly targeted emotional outbursts.

Judging from their reaction in the summer, this is the first time the old lady has made such a big fuss.

In other words, the old lady's normal emotional expression was not like this.

So, all we need to do is shift the target of this emotion—that is, Judge Meng.

No matter how sharp the old lady's emotions became, she could only draw her sword and look around in bewilderment.

Even if this emotion is transferred to someone else, it will be greatly reduced.

Just leave it to your junior brother.

After a brief explanation, Judge Meng, a decisive man, gave Chonghui a meaningful look before turning and leaving.

By the time the old lady realized what was happening and turned around, all she could see was the tall, imposing figure of Chonghui, who filled her entire field of vision. No matter how much she peeked around, she couldn't see through his tightly blocked shoulders, arms, and legs to find Judge Meng.

Nan Zhuren's eyes narrowed slightly at this sight.

"Auntie."

Nan Zhuren's voice was quick and urgent: "The leader is waiting for us inside. He's very busy. If we want things to be resolved quickly, we need to go in as soon as possible."

The next second, he felt the hand gripping his arm tighten even more.

"Alright... junior manager, you'd better keep your word!"

The old woman held Nan Zhuren's arm with one hand, and held the other hand tremblingly in front of Nan Zhuren's face, her fingers almost poking Nan Zhuren's nose.

Nan Zhuren nodded: "Of course, Auntie, we must solve this problem today."

(End of this chapter)