Although she had done her homework, as a representative of the art world, meeting a country's president was still a big deal for Song Yinyin.
Standing on the ground floor of the city government's VIP meeting hall, she let out a deep breath, clenching her hands into fists to cheer herself up.
Song Yinyin, you can do it, don't be nervous!
A large hand reached out from behind, clasped her small hand, wrapped it in his palm, then smoothly grabbed it, lifting it up and entwining her hand around his arm.
Lu Jihan stood shoulder to shoulder with her, smiling as he turned to look at her: "With me here, what are you afraid of? Don't worry, I've got you covered."
His words, with a tone akin to that of a 'big brother', amused her, and her nervousness seemed to ease.
She nodded, imitating his tone, teasing: "Big brother, you said it. If I embarrass you, don't blame me."
He gently squeezed her small hand and advised, "Just follow me in a bit, don't wander around, okay?"
"Mm, okay."
