After the reporters finished asking their questions one by one, they all thrust their microphones toward Ye Yizhou.
When Ye Yizhou still did not speak, one of them cautiously asked, "Hello, were there too many questions for you to remember?"
"I wrote them down in my notebook. Do you need them?"
Ye Yizhou looked toward the voice.
The speaker was a young woman, not very old, holding a small sticky-note pad in one hand and a microphone in the other. Her face clearly bore the innocence and reserve of someone new to the workplace.
"I really do."
Ye Yizhou smiled softly and held out his hand to her.
The young woman had not expected Ye Yizhou to actually need it. Flustered, she tore off the page where she had written the questions and handed it to him.
Ye Yizhou took the sheet of paper with his slender fingers, glanced at it, then looked up and thanked her with a smile.
"Your handwriting is lovely. Thank you."
"You're-you're welcome."
The young woman had not expected Ye Yizhou to compliment her handwriting so gently, let alone thank her.
Most importantly, Ye Yizhou really was good-looking, and he was even prettier when he smiled, his smile blooming like a flower.
Ye Yizhou looked around and thought for a moment before saying, "Why don't we go inside the company and sit down to talk? A crowd gathered here doesn't look very nice. Besides, you've got quite a few questions. Standing the whole time will be tiring!"
The reporters exchanged glances, but none of them moved. They had finally managed to catch Ye Yizhou and did not dare let him go so easily.
Otherwise, they would lose their firsthand scoop and get yelled at when they returned.
"It's fine. We're not tired," someone immediately replied.