Ju Jiahong stood to the side. Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Li Xu in the corner of the room, then looked at his grandfather.
He knew perfectly well that someone of his grandfather's status would never have casually attended a youth-level exchange conference like this unless yesterday's incident had caused a massive uproar.
His grandfather had come specifically for him.
After Song Luojun took his seat, Dong Yongnian struck while the iron was hot. "Elder Song, it's rare to see you in such good spirits today. Before the clinical exchange begins, why don't you say a few words to the young people? For this younger generation, just seeing you is normally harder than scaling the heavens. Today, they're all eagerly awaiting your teachings."
Song Luojun chuckled and didn't decline. He took the microphone. His voice wasn't loud, but it was resonant and full of vitality, carrying clearly to every corner of the room.
