"What?" Chen Qiming jumped up when he heard this, filled with concern and panic. He had no recollection of what had just happened, "You're not lying to me, are you?" Chen Qiming found it hard to believe that he could have attacked his own lover so viciously.
His four colleagues exchanged glances once again, now certain that Chen Qiming wasn't pretending but genuinely had no memory of what had transpired. This was different from the previous incident when he nearly strangled someone, as Chen Qiming, after regaining his senses then, was aware of his actions—but now he was utterly clueless about the recent events. It seemed that there was indeed something very wrong with Chen Qiming.
"Teacher Chen, look at the red marks on your hand, and the marks on ours. Just now, we had to exert all our strength to stop you and finally managed to restrain you!" one colleague loosened his grip on Chen Qiming and showed him the marks left by Chen Qiming's grasp.
