The young man was Cheng Jiashu.
He had changed out of his formal white suit and was now wearing a simple black shirt, with the collar slightly open and the sleeves rolled up.
Shed of the dazzling aura from the stage, he looked more casual at the moment, with a signature smile on his face.
Upon entering the room, his gaze swept across the audience, lingering not long on Zhou Xiumei, but instead fixing on Fang Cheng, as he greeted warmly:
"I saw these two beautiful ladies on stage earlier. May I ask how to address this gentleman?"
With that, he walked straight over and extended his hand first.
Fang Cheng stood up, a slight touch of polite excitement appearing on his face when seeing a celebrity, extending his hand to shake the other's:
"Fang Cheng, as in 'square' and 'honest.' I'm a friend of Zhou Xiumei, and this kid next to me is a neighbor's sister."
The tactile sensation as their hands met was somewhat unexpected for Fang Cheng.
