Who would study psychology unless they had some issues?!

Time rewinds to about ten minutes earlier.

After Nan Zhubin provided an explanation for the evidence he submitted, and the defense lawyer made the first rebuttal.

The assistant with thick black-framed glasses gently closed the courtroom door, exchanged a few words with the bailiff at the door, and walked out.

As an assistant, his task in this trial was to coordinate with witnesses, the plaintiff, and the plaintiff's representatives.

After completing this task, he usually had to continue listening in on the trial; of course, if he had other thoughts, leaving halfway wasn't out of the question either.

At this point, he obviously chose the latter.

Quickly walking to a deserted area, the assistant with the thick black frames loosened his tie and let out a long sigh.

"Why not listen carefully to Teacher Nan's speech?"

A teasing voice suddenly came from behind him. The assistant with thick black frames turned to see an assistant colleague with thin white-framed glasses smiling at him.

The assistant in the thin white frames joked, "You quite like this Teacher Nan, don't you?"

While speaking, the curve of the assistant in the thin white frames' mouth gradually widened: "At the beginning of the lectures, you would always nitpick, saying things like 'the psychological expert doesn't live up to the name.' But by the time the last lecture ended, you said, 'Teacher Nan really is an expert.'

"I remember you regretted not having the opportunity to collaborate with Teacher Nan in the short term. It's rare to meet today, why not watch more?"

Listening to the colleague's teasing.

The assistant with thick black frames shook his head, "I couldn't bear to watch anymore."

He sighed, "After Xiao Xia left, I was pulled in by the head of the court to help organize materials. The evidence materials submitted by Teacher Nan did have issues. Of course, it's understandable; he's a psychological consultant, he has to protect his visitors."

The assistant in thin white frames nodded in agreement. He understood too.

"But because of this, I can already guess what will happen next." The assistant with thick black frames tilted his head towards the inside, "As soon as Teacher Nan finished explaining the evidence, that lawyer started to counterattack, and surely they will muddy the waters afterwards."

"The impact of this case is so significant, the head of the court will definitely pay extra attention to every detail. In this scenario, maybe they really will show leniency to those scammers."

Hearing the colleague's complaint, the assistant in thin white frames assumed a serious expression: "Why does it sound like you're standing on the plaintiff's side? Still hoping for a harsher sentence for the scammers? Outsiders can think that way; we cannot!"

The assistant in thin white frames, seemingly a few years older than the assistant with thick black frames, with a few more years of work experience, was particularly sensitive to certain things.

But the assistant with thick black frames retorted, "Then why did you come out?"

This question momentarily silenced the assistant in thin white frames.

After a long pause, he slowly replied, "Teacher Nan is a pretty remarkable person. If conditions allowed, he would definitely do better. Unfortunately, this time, it's like a skilled woman unable to cook without rice..."

"The content of the trial can be reviewed later, but watching him get bullied on the spot like that... I couldn't bear it either."

The two exchanged a glance, inexplicably feeling a sense of emotional connection and recognition.

They both sighed in unison.

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded in their ears.

"Comrade, is this the first Criminal Court? Is there a fraud case being tried inside now...?"

The two assistants turned to look behind them, where a person wrapped tightly from head to toe suddenly appeared.

This person was dressed like a suspect, and their choice of address was strange too.

But since they appeared in the courthouse, saying they were a suspect was just a joke.

The assistant with thick black frames naturally guessed the person's identity, then frowned, "Yes, this is it. Are you here to observe? You know you're late, right? Wait until the break to go in."

Sometimes, temporary observers enter mid-trial. If they don't disrupt the trial order, court personnel generally don't stop them.

But saying that, someone opening the door, entering, and taking a seat mid-trial will inevitably make a noise.

If it's during a critical moment of the trial, it might somewhat affect it.

The person happened to bump into him, so the assistant with thick black frames instinctively blocked him a bit.

The assistant with thin white frames, however, squinted at the person, "Why do you look familiar... Wait, in that Meng Ting incident not long ago, didn't you block the knife for him?"

...

Nan Zhihao pressed down his hat.

Standing in front of the assistant with thin white frames and the assistant with thick black frames, he instinctively felt uncomfortable with such enthusiastic speech and gaze.

He would rather the assistant with thin white frames spoke to him in the same slightly scolding tone as the assistant with thick black frames.

But since they'd already asked, he could only nod, "Yes..."

The assistant with thick black frames was surprised, "So the one inside is... Are you here to testify as a witness or the plaintiff? Late?"

Nan Zhihao hesitated for a moment, "No, I'm just here to observe. I was a bit busy today, so I arrived late..."

"Observing is fine too." The assistant with thick black frames' eyes began to shine, "Come with me, I'll show you the way!"

Nan Zhihao instinctively didn't want to trouble him: "No need, just point me in the direction..."

However, the assistant with thick black frames had already taken the lead decisively.

Nan Zhihao watched as he led the way to the courtroom door, greeted the bailiff, and arranged for him to sit in a forward position as much as possible.

Then, Nan Zhihao happened to hear the defense lawyer reading out the victim's chat logs, heard Nan Zhubin using his professional knowledge to refute, and heard the defense lawyer question the lack of evidence in a muddled way.

Finally, he heard the sighs of the photographers and reporters in front, and the muttering of others in the audience.

The presiding judge, seated at the highest position in the courtroom, used the gavel to stabilize the order, then continued to preside over the proceedings, summoning Bai Qinghua to testify.

This old professor had rich materials on hand, using chat records, scam call records, and recordings provided by the police to analyze the words of the criminals, and even using voiceprint instruments to create comparison charts, successfully proving the criminals' intent of mental abuse.

The defense lawyer, despite using all his skills, was ultimately unable to turn the tide, instead getting firmly countered by Bai Qinghua's soft and hard words, which served to vent Nan Zhubin's anger.

Yet the corners of Nan Zhihao's mouth, covered by a mask, didn't show a smile. He just stared in Nan Zhubin's direction, motionless.

After a long pause, he took a deep breath, as if making a decision.

Bzzz— Bzzz—

His silenced phone vibrated.

Glancing at the screen displaying a call from [Dad], Nan Zhihao declined the call without a second thought.