Xu Zhiyuan walked into the medical room and immediately saw Qiao Yike. He had received a message yesterday saying that the chief reporter from Jinjiang Newspaper wanted to meet him, and Xu Zhiyuan was somewhat flattered.
Seeing Qiao Yike now, so young and beautiful, Xu Zhiyuan was extremely surprised and immediately said: "You must be Ms. Qiao, right?"
"Yes, that's me." Qiao Yike nodded her head, took a look at Xu Zhiyuan, smiled and nodded, then stood up, extended her hand towards Xu Zhiyuan, and said: "You are Mr. Xu, right? Just as rumored, quite distinguished."
"Overpraise, overpraise, I'm actually nothing much." Xu Zhiyuan shook his head and sighed.
"You're too modest." Qiao Yike laughed and praised, "I've heard of your exceptional skills, you're an outstanding young talent, truly admirable."
Xu Zhiyuan forced a smile; he genuinely wasn't being humble just now. Now he understood the saying that there's always someone better.
