Hearing his name, Lin Guang turned around and saw a middle-aged man with gold-framed glasses and a scholarly appearance, exuding a "bookish" aura. His face showed some surprise and delight, but to Lin Guang, it felt somewhat deliberate for some reason.
As he pondered, Lin Guang finally remembered where he had heard this voice before.
"Are you... Hu Tuzhi, Professor Hu?" he tentatively asked.
"Yes, yes, it's me, I'm Hu Tuzhi!"
Hu Tuzhi's lips curved up, and his whole demeanor seemed somewhat exuberant, "I didn't expect your memory to be so good, Lin Guang. You even remembered my voice and name."
The intention to ingratiate was clear, even to someone as linguistically challenged as Vishdair.
But Lin Guang wasn't fooled by the emotions in the words, and he shivered for a moment.
Yesterday, he was sitting in a reflective glass compartment and wasn't visible on the camera. Logically, Hu Tuzhi shouldn't know what his voice or appearance was like.
