Yang Yi found Aaron's office on his own. He paused briefly at the door, straightened his clothes, took a deep breath, then raised his hand and knocked on the door.
"Come in."
Yang Yi turned the doorknob and walked in.
Aaron was sitting behind his desk, wearing a pair of decorative glasses. Upon seeing Yang Yi, he took off his glasses, stood up, and greeted with a smile, "I'm pleased to see you, Yang Yi. I'm sorry to disrupt your study plans by calling you here."
To stand up for a subordinate and apologize proactively—someone so far below in rank—Aaron's demeanor was impeccably gracious.
Yang Yi smiled genuinely, but his muscles were a bit tense.
It's indeed tough to act – to smile genuinely is not hard, but to keep one's muscles slightly tense to show inner resistance and caution is a detail few can master.
Yang Yi wondered if Aaron could perceive such a perfectly handled detail; though he thought if he could do it, he might as well refine the nuances.