The receptionist was momentarily stunned, sizing up the unremarkable man in front of her.
She remembered Ya'er's father's appearance; he was a rather handsome man with no resemblance to this person.
Unable to guess the man's identity, she cautiously responded, "Ah, yes, that's right. You are...?"
"I am an old classmate of that lady. I haven't seen her in many years, she still looks the same." The man smiled slightly and spoke eloquently, "Look at my memory, is her surname Yan or Yanrou..."
"I'm sorry, the lady's surname is Bai." The receptionist shook her head, treating him as a scoundrel trying to chat her up, "Sir, please don't act ambiguously, or I'll have to call security."
"No no no, please don't misunderstand, I really know her."
The man imperceptibly frowned, retreated to the lounge area under her vigilant scrutiny, picked up a magazine, and pretended to read.
