Nan Zhubin thought for a moment.
He first provided a summary: "It's definitely an issue related to [anxiety], triggered by [social] interaction."
"Optimistically, it's [social anxiety disorder]."
"But I suspect..." Nan Zhubin hesitated, "he's already brushing against the edge of [social phobia]."
Bai Qinghua's expression became slightly more serious.
What Nan Zhubin was talking about was not a minor issue.
Bai Qinghua was waiting for Nan Zhubin to lay out his reasoning.
Nan Zhubin organized his thoughts for a moment.
He first briefly recounted two stories the visitor had told him.
Including "a public argument that's hard to forget" and "afraid of crossing boundaries so didn't hand an umbrella to a girl."
And the corresponding feelings and reactions of the visitor.
Just from listening, Bai Qinghua's brows were already gently furrowing.
At this point, without needing much more said, Bai Qinghua could analyze it himself.
