The medical seminar had been underway for about an hour.
Chi Guihe greeted all the prominent figures in the medical field one by one before leaving through the VIP passage.
Xing Gu followed behind her.
After a short walk, Chi Gui paused in her steps.
Xing Gu looked ahead with some confusion and saw Fu Si leaning against the wall not far down the corridor, hands in his pockets, one leg casually bent, with a black suit jacket slung lazily over his arm, and his white shirt immaculately clean, not a speck of dust on it.
He seemed to be resting, his head slightly lowered, his bangs fallen forward, and through his glasses, those usually upturned phoenix eyes were now slightly downcast, innocently adding a sense of youthful serenity.
