Half an hour later, the three of them arrived at a small teahouse.
Guo Rou looked vigilantly at the man sitting opposite them. The man was elegantly making tea. His movements were just right, but there was also a kind of obsessive-compulsive disorder.
Guo Rou whispered to Gu Yan, “Gu Yan, do you think he will poison the tea?”
Gongsun Yu’s hand that was holding the teapot trembled.
Gu Yan pursed her lips and lowered her voice cooperatively. “I don’t know if he poisoned it, but you have to be careful of him. He might be able to hypnotize us without making a sound. After all, he’s a psychiatrist.”
Guo Rou immediately looked shocked.
Gongsun Yu could no longer listen.
He looked up and asked, “How did you know that I’m a psychiatrist?”
“You haven’t told us yet. How did you know why we came to look for Gu Moli?”Gu Yan was neither servile nor overbearing. He was neither anxious nor slow.
