Opening the glass door of Quteng's office, Zhao Bin saw Quteng talking to a young man, looking at his opponent's age of fifteen or sixteen. When he saw him come in, his opponent's face was full of excitement.

a little familiar.

But I can't remember where I met him, but one thing is for sure, he knows this person, and he definitely doesn't want to make up reasons to meet his fans.

"Mr. Zhao, this classmate said he knew you and bet you that he would see you if he got a good exam and get a photo and a signature. I don't know if it's true or not?"

"Hmm?...