Before he could think of anything, his assistant had already spoken up.
"Miss Ji had filled out a survey when she first entered Jiangcheng University. On it, she wrote that her biggest dream was to become an outstanding scientific researcher, and she even mentioned boss you…"
While speaking, the assistant sent the old survey he had found to Qin Nanyu's phone.
The yellowed paper bore the marks of time.
Her delicate handwriting, every stroke was imbued with earnestness.
In the column for idol, three clear characters stood: Qin Nanyu.
Qin Nanyu's hand trembled slightly as he opened the survey.
In that moment, his heart felt as if it had been struck by an electric current, his gaze turned tender.
He had skipped grades to enter Jiangcheng University, three years ahead of Ji Weitian. When she was a freshman, he was already a senior.
