"Youlin," Chu Jinyu smiled faintly, "you have arrived."
"Yes, this must be Zhixi?" Cheng Youlin walked over, sat down between the two, and scrutinized Su Zixi intently.
"You... Hello." Su Zixi's heartbeat involuntarily quickened.
After all, the President is the President, and seeing him in person was nothing like seeing him on TV.
That almost innate sense of authority made her unable to not feel nervous.
Cheng Youlin's gaze was deep, as if he saw someone else through her.
After a long while, he smiled, "Don't be formal; technically, this is also your home."
"Yes. Thank you," Su Zixi quickly expressed her gratitude.
"You two chat slowly," Cheng Youlin noted Su Zixi's discomfort and did not stay long, standing up and leaving soon after.
Watching his retreating figure, Su Zixi suddenly felt, for some reason, that the President seemed... lonely?
She subconsciously turned her gaze towards Chu Jinyu.
