Fu Xingzhou, dressed modestly, sat in the audience without a single logo visible. Despite this, he was still the most noticeable one among the crowd.
"Kid, is your girlfriend on stage?" an elderly man from the welfare institute leaned over to ask.
Fu Xingzhou nodded with a smile, "Yes."
"Which one is she?" The old man asked, peering carefully through his presbyopic glasses.
"The most beautiful one."
The old man clicked his tongue twice, thinking that young people really see their lovers as the most beautiful, "Dr. Ye is the most beautiful here, and I haven't heard her mention having a boyfriend."
"Do you know Dr. Ye, Grandpa?"
"Dr. Ye often comes here for volunteer medical services. She's beautiful and kind, and all the elderly here like her." The old man spoke as someone with experience, "Young man, you must still be pursuing Dr. Ye, huh? Don't be discouraged, Dr. Ye might seem aloof, but she's warm-hearted. Just keep at it."