"Brother, this must be your first time at a place like this," said Yang Xiao outside the door, turning to Fang Zhou beside him, lowering his voice with a laugh.
Fang Zhou frowned upon hearing this and similarly turned his head, offering Yang Xiao a calm, composed smile, "Of course not, why do you ask?"
"People tend to subconsciously make some meaningless movements when they are nervous, like adjusting their glasses, tugging on their hair, or frequently blinking, and your habit is to rub your sleeve," Yang Xiao glanced at Fang Zhou's left hand hidden behind his back.
Sure enough, as soon as Fang Zhou heard Yang Xiao's words, his fingers stopped rubbing the sleeve and clenched tightly, a flash of panic crossing his eyes, yet he still insisted, speaking calmly, "Mr. Yang, I think you might be mistaken, these don't prove anything."
